Rated T for teen..Sexual Content
Chapter Three
I’ll never leave you...
It was a snow day on Clay’s birthday. We watched Frosty the Snowman, after everyone left to do something, and snuggled together, me enjoying his warmth, him well I don’t know I’m not telepathic! At the end when Frosty left the kids I realized something. I looked up and stared straight into his eyes. “Don’t ever leave me okay? I couldn’t live without you. I wouldn’t be able to function without you. So don’t ever leave me. Got it?” Clay leaned down and kissed me lightly. “I
would never ever leave you. Just thinking about it is unfathomable.” He looked sad like if my bringing up leaving each other blew a hole through his heart. I craned my neck and he kissed me passionately, I kissed him back as if to make up for the horrid comment I had made. I hope and prayed he would at all costs forgive me for my mistake of bringing up something neither of us could bare to even have cross our minds. Each kiss seemed to grow stronger. I reached up and locked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He laid down on the couch putting me on top. I stopped kissing his mouth and kissed his neck lightly as his hands explored my lower half. His hands lifted my shirt slightly, pulling his fingers along my sides. I giggled, than I pulled my lips back to his. His kisses intensified, than they stopped. “It’s feels like we’ve been together for longer than three days.” Had it only been that short of a time? “I know. It’s like we’ve been together for years.” He smiled and kissed me again. Then he whispered into my ear. “The only thing that doesn’t make sense, if we’ve been together for years. Why are you still a virgin?” I giggled again. “How do you know that I’m a virgin? For all you know I’ve screwed the whole football team and your brother.” He laughed. “You haven’t done that right?” I smiled. “No, but I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“Neither am I.” I looked down to him. “Then let’s see how much you know.” His eyes widened. “Wait, really?” I crinkled my forehead lacing my eyebrows together. “Do you not want to?”
“No, I want to. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to. I just didn’t know you wanted to.” He said. “Does this answer your question?” I took my shirt off and put it on the floor, ending up in nothing but my black bra that had a rhinestone design of a skull and crossbones. His eyes surveyed my bare stomach and my almost bare breasts. He hesitantly reached towards my boob, and froze. I nodded, grabbed his hand and placed it there. He smiled and I leaned down and kissed him again. His hand wandered away from my boob and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer. His lips became more urgent and needing. I stopped kissing him and got up, grabbing my shirt and heading upstairs. I heard him get up and follow me. I ran up the stairs and pressed myself up against Clay’s door. Clay caught up to me and held me against the door kissing me again. I grabbed for the knob. He stopped kissing me reached down and grabbed the knob, opening the door and pushing me in lightly. We moved as one and laid down on the bed. He laid down next to me keeping his lips locked to mine. I reached down and pulled up at his shirt, he got the message and pulled it off. I let my hands explore his chest, he works out and you can tell, till I hit the hem of his jeans than I stopped pulling my hand back up to his chest. He reached around and un-clasped my bra than flung it across the room. I rolled over and sat up, strataling him, giving him a better view. His eyes glued themselves to my now bare chest. He smiled and I leaned back down and kissed him again. His hands wondered up and down my newly naked upper body. I stopped kissing him and got up off his bed. He looked confused. I quickly pulled off my jeans and underwear, the confusion melting off his face into an expression of pure desire. Then I crawled back on top of him, his hands becoming so much more urgent running up and down my body stopping only at points were it took my breath away.The next article of clothing to disappear was Clay’s jeans. He threw them on the floor as I ran my hands all over him. Even with the little amount of clothing he had on every point of his body seemed to fit against mine as if our bodies were meant to intertwine the way they were. His boxers disappeared and I removed my mouth from his. “Hey, you know we need protection, right. I love you and all but I’m not ready for a kid.” He chuckled and he reached to the small bedside table beside us. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a small roll of condoms. He tore one from the roll and he opened it, followed by pulling it on. I helped him figure out where the opening was that he needed. He hesitated than spoke. “I never thought we would be ever doing this you know? How we’ve been friends forever. It’s kinda weird.” I laughed, the movement reminded us of the complete hunger we had for each other’s body. He slid it in and I sighed in happiness. I bathed in every sensation that enveloped me. Soon it hit me. The feeling washed over me like a tsunami sweeping me away from everything. His moment came seconds later, we separated and laid side by side. His lips soon pressed lightly against my forehead and I laid my head on his chest where I fell asleep blissfully.
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I was awoken when Clay got up. He moved ever so lightly obviously trying not to wake up. I stayed silent watching him. His body was still naked and I could see every part of it. I giggled realizing just how different this was. He turned around. “Hi.”
“Uh, Hi.” I replied. He turned away from me again and proceeded to take off the condom we used and tossed it away into the small trash can by his bed. “No breaks.” he mumbled. “Good.” I whispered. He laid down next to me. “So what did you think?” he said, his face breaking into the maniacal smile I loved. “Amazing.” I leaned over and kissed him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I smiled. I got up and put on my bra and underwear followed by his shirt. “You look good in that you know,” I turned in a circle. “Really good.” Clay’s eyes filled with need and desire. I pulled back on my pants. Then I heard the front door open then close. The sound of Vic’s laughter filled the house. Along with a couple of his pothead friends’ voices. I threw Clay his jeans and he pulled them on. He got out of the bed and went to his dresser grabbing another shirt. I walked over to him before he pulled the shirt on and ran my hand down his chest. He shivered and groaned, than pulled me in for one last kiss. We walked out into the upstairs hall as Vic got to the top of the stairs. “Wow, you two don’t waste time do you.” He said noticing our messy hair and goofy expressions. I blushed and Clay wrapped his arm around my waist. Vic turned towards Clay. “Wait, it go little bro.” Clay smiled and Vic looked at me his eyes sad. Something within him had broken and I knew why. He was broken because of me. One thing Clay didn’t know about me was how I lost my virginity, or with who. How, was that I was in love with this guy, and who was this guy you ask? None other than Victor Hector Tallish.
