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Wes (35)
Her lips were so soft, softer than I thought would be. She pushed up against me with such urgency that even though it felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire, I couldn't help but wonder at what she was trying to run away from. All the times I'd seen her, which were mostly at school and a few gigs here and there, she was the life of the party. Always strong, tough and independent, if not a little overly (and annoyingly) arrogant.
Well...It seemed that way. But here and now she was so fragile. Something was bothering her and she wasn't going to tell me because she thought that I was gonna judge her and hate her. And it's my fault for making her think that. I gave her that impression. But how am I supposed to get her to open up to me. I hate it when girls cry. They just freak me out. What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do?
Her lips added pressure and the kiss was getting hotter and steamier. she was making any sort of neurone functioning virtually impossible on my part. She tugged the bottom of my shirt, silently urging me to take it off. She slid her fingers over my abdomen and pulled the fabric off.
It was getting kind of hot, so you know; naturally I helped her take it off. I barely had two second to breath and she was on me again. Her sweet perfume invaded my senses, which was strange because I usually wasn't really the attracted-to-perfume-kinda-guy.
Even more weird was that I actually didn't want to take advantage of Brooke like this. She was in a fragile state. And I didn't want to be the guy who banged her just because she let me, because she was too emotional to stop me.
Even so, don't underestimate the amount of control that took. Everything about was a turn on, even her lip gloss and usually I hated that cuz it was so sticky but with Brooke it was another excuse to keep my lips glued to hers.
"Brooke" I whispered breathlessly when we both came up for air, I realised that her cheeks were wet. she was crying.
I don't think she likes me very much. I should have just backed off and let her go. maybe offered to drive her home. But no, damn these stupid hormones! Her eyes met mine and I knew I couldn't let her go. She was just so broken under that cold and bold exterior. I took her in my arms again, resting my forehead on hers. Somehow old-crazy-mean-girl-Brooke wasn't as scary as this fragile and vulnerable girl in front of me.
This time I stopped her when she reached out to me again. Like I said, I wasn't going to be the guy that banged the girl just because she couldn't stop him.
"Brooke, what are you doing, what are you not telling me?" I said curling my fingers about the back of her slender neck.
It was a while before she answered again.
"Please don't ask me anything now" she whispered, her body racked with small, silent sobs. So I didn't asker her anything. Not for now. But I would defiantly find out later. She rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel her heart beat erratically through the thin material of her camisole. We sat like that for a while, till her breathing got heavy and she was starting to fall asleep on my shoulder. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight. I ran my fingers through the length of her soft hair. Who would have thought that after a few years of just seeing each other in passing she would be here with me, sleeping on my shoulder.
I thought back to the day I first met her. well I didn't actually meet her. I had just moved here and was more than a little depressed about my situation. I was on a tour of the school with the Principle when I heard the lockers slam to the left of me and there was Brooke and two other girls laughing, like genuine laugh of happiness. I wanted to laugh like that.
At that moment I knew I was gone on her. She just happened to me. I couldnt stop it. It was the huge brown eyes and the long mahogany coloured satin hair. Then she turned to me, caught me staring and said "look away freak!" her friends burst out laughing. But I didn't care. Because I knew I wasn't going to get her, she was out of my league. Still, I did fantasize.
I lifted her off the floor as gently as I could so as not to disturb her, and placed her and slowly as I could on to Cassie's bed, pulling the comforter up around her. She looked to peaceful, her chest rising and falling slowly as she took in deep shallow breaths. Her cheeks were flushed, hair messed up a bit and lips still I little red and swollen from our intense passionate kisses.
I could have sat there staring at her forever. I could have written dozens and dozens of songs about her. But I knew that in the end it was a fantasy and that was all it would ever be. But for this one night I let myself fantasize
