Lollipop Boys

Lollipop Boys. 1: the night

# Lollipop Boys #

1: the night

"Eira." His voice brushed my ears and fondled my name like none other had before. It made shivers run down on my back. I could have died to hear it again and again; a hundred times, a million times.

"You are so beautiful. I like to touch your skin."

I almost melted in his breath and hands that he couldn't keep still for even 30 seconds.

We were lying on his bed, side by side, in a tiny little dark room which had belonged to him and his brother ages ago - the toy rabbits were still sitting on the shelf and keeping their serious eyes on us. The house was his parents'. He was on a vacation from college and he had invited me over. That was pretty much all I knew about him. I had trusted him enough to let him take me to the middle of randomness in his car and agree to stay overnight. I believed we were just friends. Probably. Until...

His hands were all over me. I managed to catch them and hold for a moment, just until they started roaming on my body again. Whatever I said, he wouldn't stop. I had never met anyone so persistent. His hands knew no limits; only the ones I set for them. I wasn't too kind, for my own mind was filled with obstacles. Though I sincerely enjoyed his touch - a hug-obsessed person as I was.

"I want to make you cry," he said in a seductive and very persuasive tone. I couldn't exactly decide if I felt cold or hot, or both at the same time. I could picture well what would happen if I let myself loose on him. We would have gone up in fire within five minutes. There was no question about that!

But I couldn't do that. I had to keep myself under control.

In a way, it was quite easy for me to stay calm. I couldn't explain it to myself. I had once lived a similar situation; the guy had turned out an abusive asshole and as a consequence, I had learnt to control my own emotions, just to avoid the following heartache. Because on the contrary to my innocent pink balloon imaginations, the world was actually quite filled with men who had no other interest in a girl than five minutes of fun. To my own disappointment, I just couldn't get used to it and still basically believed that everyone who dare talk to me was a sincere and honest cutie.

So I held my breath and tried to keep my mind clear.

"When did you get this whole idea?" I asked in a low whisper.

"To be like this?" He took a long moment to think it over and his finger almost stopped wandering on my neck. It was obviously complicated to concentrate on something... else. But I wanted to know. To know if he had planned it all along. To know if he was a player... or was he serious.

Finally he reached somewhat a decision. "I don't know," he started in his charming accented English. "Today... sometime."

Not much of an answer. I relaxed a little. He seemed sincere and sweet. But something was off in this situation. I couldn't figure out what; I just had a gutter feeling that he was pretending. But why?

However, I was forced to admit that he owned the most perfect body I had ever seen. I loved to slip my fingers through his strangely soft hair. For a moment I wished I could leave my hands living in his locks. I was definitely crazy.

And he was completely crazy for me. His hands were warm and tender and with his arms around me I felt so miraculously safe. It was almost as good as in literature.

Just... all of that was happening a little too fast.

And I already had a boyfriend.

Whom, by chance, I happened to love.