Trying to keep a level head while making out with a hot boy is just not something I'm capable of doing. If you can then good for you. Fantastic. But I find it nearly impossible to do. For example...
It's a Saturday afternoon towards the middle of April. My courtship with both Aaron and Scott is still very much happening. The dates have ranged between seeing movies, going out to dinner, and spending time at their houses and mine.
We'd do more but school had seriously increased the homework load since there was only about a month and a half left until summer vacation started. Plus I've been getting extra shifts at the pet store for some reason.
I don't usually ask for extra shifts but they've been thrust upon me lately. Which sucks when you just want to spend time with the hot guys in your life.
Anyways, back to being not so level-headed. Mom left with a few of her friends for lunch, and Benji had recently started playing soccer, so he was at practice. Leaving Scott and I alone in my house.
When he first came over I had a bunch of chores to do, so he helped. It was innocent and domestic. Just the two of us sharing a few light laughs while loading the dishwasher. When everything was done though, the mood changed.
And the kissing started. Now after maybe, twenty minutes we're sprawled out on the couch. Scott is shirtless laying on top of me, and I'm clutching him, halfway shirtless too. Only halfway because my arm had gotten tangled up in my sleeve at an awkward angle. (Not that I cared about anything other than his lips pressed against mine at the moment.)
Our legs were tangled, his hands were pretty much everywhere, and mine were moving from his bare shoulders or to the back of his neck. all really nice and strong places to hold onto. Despite how quick our caresses were our lips were moving rather slowly together.
Just taking time to taste or tease...Or both. I hated and loved this type of kissing. It was slow and soft, moan inducing even. But hot in a way that made the rest of my body hot too.
It made me eager to do more. But we couldn't do more, that was part of the agreement the guys had made. No sex with either of them until I made my choice. It had been a great idea on Aaron's part for suggesting it.
A few months ago I could barely fathom the thought of sleeping with one guy. Imagine being 'sexually active' with two. Good Lord no! All the emotions involved, all the tensions raised, all the...slutiness. Ugh.
It was the right thing to do, waiting. Everything would be more special with whoever I did end up choosing. Not that I had any clue of who that might be yet.
"You taste so good today Chloe." Scott mumbled before licking a slight path across my jaw to my bottom lip. "Today? Do I taste bad any other day?" I asked breathlessly. He shook his head.
"You always taste amazing, just even better today." "Mm alright then." I said and our lips slid fully back together. We kissed for a short moment before Scott pulled back and stared towards the front door. "What's wrong?"
By the end of my sentence I realized someone was knocking. "Shit! Get up! Grab your shirt!" I whispered frantically, furiously working my own shirt back into place.
Scott hopped up off the couch, easiliy sliding his gray t-shirt back on as he did. I cautiously went to the door, fixing my (Crap!) super messy hair. Natural frizz plus lying on a couch equals...Sigh.
I opened the door just enough to peek out. It was Aaron. I flung it the rest of the way open trying not to feel embarrassed over my unkept appearance.
"Aaron what are you doing here?" "Hey Chloe, I was um...I'm sorry did I interupt something?" He asked, glancing over my shoulder to where I'm assuming, Scott was.
"Uh no it's fine." I muttered, blushing. "Sorry I should go-" "Wait Aaron, what happened?" I demanded. I noticed his hands were bunched together against his chest under a towel.
"Uh what...Oh yeah." He mumbled looking down like he just remembered he had hands. "It's nothing, I'll go..." He went to turn but I grabbed his forearm and spun him back to face me.
"Come here, what did you do-" I had unwrapped the towel and couldn't speak because I saw blood. "Aaron, w-what did you do?" I stammered. His face looked uncomfortable, from Scott's presence I'm guessing.
"Well I was um, hanging out with my friend Riley and, he's like a really good skateboarder and stuff. So I was riding one with him and I well...I kind of hit a curb and I went to put my hands out to keep from doing a faceplant my palms sort of scraped along the cement instead. It was so stupid, you have no idea how idiotic and humiliating it was. It wasn't so bad at first, but then the blood started to flow, and I really didn't want to go all the way to the ER just for some scrapes, and you're the only one I thought of who could actually help without laughing-"
"I would never laugh at you getting hurt." He gave a small smile before continuing.
"I know, and I appreciate that. So I got in my car after grabbing this towel, and drove over here. The towel didn't do much to help though considering my steering wheel is going to need some scrubbing now. But I got here and I need your medical expertise and...Yeah." he finished with a nervous chuckle.
I gave him an exasperated look. This sort of thing would happen to Aaron. "Let me see then." I took the towel off, ignoring all the unpleasant red smears and had him turn his palms up. "Oh my gosh Aaron, these cuts are really deep!" I half shrieked.
He jumped a bit at my tone but nodded. "Mh hm, I know, I need help properly wrapping them, so I don't uh, you know, bleed to death." "Aaron, I think you need stitches." I whispered, feeling sick.
His eyes widened. "What, oh no. No stitches really I'm fine-" "These are deep, they won't heal on their own-" "Of course they will, it will just take longer-" "No you need to go to the hospital-" Scott cleared his breath loudly from behind us, stopping our arguing.
"For the love of God just go see a fucking doctor already!" He grumbled. I turned to look at him. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his exspression clearly annoyed.
"He's right Aaron, you need to go to the ER, get some stitches and something for pain maybe, because those cuts look..." I stopped abruptly, not wanting to upset him over how horrible his palms actually seemed. He was chewing on his lip, thinking.
"I...Well I don't know Chloe, the hospital is pretty far away and I barely made it here without crashing my car..." I was about to volunteer for the job of chauffeur but Scott spoke up. "We'll take you." I stared at him, shocked.
"Scott...Are you sure, you don't have to." "It's fine Chloe, we can both take him, it's not like I have anything else to do." he said and gave a smile. I turned to catch Aaron's reaction. his face was blank, but I'm guessing he was pretty shocked as well, he's just better at putting on a mask than I am. And when he spoke it was clear and unbothered too. "Alright, your car or mine?"
