Chapter 6
He didn’t reply to me, just kept on staring.
“Um…”
“What? Are you saying you don’t want to?” I have no idea how I felt about that. Wait, I got it. Disappointed.
“No! No, no, no, that’s not what I meant,” he suddenly said, easily reading my expression.
“What did you mean, then? ‘Cause I don’t see another explanation for that reaction.”
“I mean, it seems a bit fast to go from nothing to sex, we haven’t even had our first proper kiss yet, anyway.”
I slumped back onto the mats (still not letting go, remember), while realising the logic of his answer. I’d been waiting my whole life to be romanced the hell out of, and now I was just skipping it for something that could be so much more meaningful later on? That isn’t me. But all of a sudden, I didn’t care. I wanted this boy, and I was going have him; nothing was going to get in my way.
“Then let’s have a first kiss,” I suggested, trying the route of hormone override through a seemingly innocent act.
“I have no problem with that.”
“And if it goes somewhere, then it goes somewhere, we can’t control our urges,” I said, lifting my hips in a suggestive manner.
“Stop stalling.”
“Hey, I’m the Mistress. And I say let’s kiss.”
I put my mouth to his in a gently touch, starting off easy. He opened up fairly quickly, clearly more eager in body than mind as enunciated by his gently thrusting pelvis.
I pulled him a bit further down so I could rest my neck a little and make Sam move onto his elbows so his arms didn’t tire as fast. Oh my God, he tasted so good! I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as I whispered “more” to him. And boy, did he give me more! He abruptly sat up, bringing me with him so I ended up sitting in his lap. This action brought my heat to his, which made me moan even more.
“My God that feels so good, baby!” he breathed into my mouth.
“I know, keep thrusting,” I heard a little whimper of need and wondered where it was coming from.
“Was that you, baby?”
Oh, it was me. “I…think so,” I could barely breathe; I was so hot for this guy. By now I was too far gone into the sensations to hear the do-jo’s doors opening. Or the gasp that followed the sound.
“Sophia!”
I literally jumped about two feet in the air before I landed on my feet. Sam just looked bewildered and confused.
“Mom! Um, hi?” I wondered what she was doing here while testing the boundaries of her fury.
When she didn’t reply, I decided I’d better get Sam to his feet before he made himself look like a total dumb-ass.
“Uh, mom, this is Sam Davidson, from school. He’s my boyfriend,” I tried to smile when I introduced him and punched him in the arm when he just stood there.
“Ow! What was that for?” he started; then fully took in the situation. “Oh…hi?”
“I’m not sure if ‘hi’ is the appropriate reaction at this point, I think the correct phrase is ‘oh, crap’. What do you think, hm?” my mother looked patronisingly at him.
“Um…sure, that pretty much goes along the lines of what I’m thinking right now. But, just to be clear, we didn’t mean for anything to happen.” I could see that he was trying to save me some trouble for when he left. “I thing I’d better be getting home, now. Bye, Sophia,” he tried to give me a chaste kiss on the lips but I automatically deepened it. A mistake.
“Ahem,” my mother’s inconvenient throat clearing broke us up. “Actually Sam, I think you should stay for dinner, I want to get to know you a bit better, and I think Sophia’s father will want to meet you.”
It wasn’t a question; it was an order as she left us to change back into our normal clothes.
“Shit,” there was no other word in my vocabulary to describe it.
“Amen.”
