Trapped in Ophelia's Body

More than just a kiss

Song: I won't give up on us by Jason Mraz

I didn't feel like going home so we decide to just sit and talk for a while.

"I'm sorry for not wanting to stay."

"It's no big thing I mean at least you tried to go. I feel like I keep making you do things that you don't want to really do...I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry; really if I didn't want to I wouldn't have gone." In reality I didn't really want to go but everyone kept making a big deal about it so I forced my feelings to the side and made myself go.

"So...you don't really care for parties and being around people. So tell me what do you really like to do?"

"Well...I...I liked the gardens. It seemed peaceful there. I felt like for once I could breathe and no one was like watching me you know. I like being in my bedroom...maybe for the same reason I feel isolated and safe in there."

"So my house bothers you too uh," he says with a hushed tone.

"In your room not so much. The rest of the house is kinda of nerve racking. I guess because your siblings are just too loud. Although Kia is really cool when it's just him. I enjoyed being with him the other day."

"About that, he wants to know when you are coming over again to play with the dinosaurs."

"Maybe this weekend." I smile at him.

"Maybe," he sounds surprised  a little.

"Yes maybe. Why do you have plans?"

"Actually we have a gig to do tomorrow night. I would ask you to come but it will be really loud."

"Oh...well...that's ok I can always come over Sunday."

"That will be good."

We sit in silence for a while and then I feel his hand on mine. I don't flinch away because he grips my hands with just the right amount of strength.

"I love this dress on you...you are so freaking gorgeous." He says in a smooth casual voice.

"I know...thank you. You have mentioned it several times tonight." I laugh.

I don't know how it happens but we are in the back seat. Hands roam all over me. At one point he has his hands on my lower back and he keeps rubbing in the same place. I grab his hand and look at him shaking my head no. He remembers and then grasps my whole bottom to pull me into him and he holds his hands there in place. Our lips meet again and this time he tries to add his tongue in the mix. Kissing is one thing but the wetness from his tongue invading my mouth is not happening. I can't look past the feeling. I'm about to gag so I pull away from him. He just looks at me without saying a word.

"I'm sorry...maybe we should just stop. This is so not working."

"Ok, we don't have to kiss that way." He tries to smile back at me. He pulls me in again and starts kissing me. His hands find their way into my dress coming up along my thighs. I grit my teeth. I think he somehow notices and he takes his hands out. But then they are on the back of my dress zipping down the zipper in the back. He pulls the dress down just enough to expose my breast to him. I guess he thought I had on a bra...but this dress is not made to wear one with it. He smiles up at me and grasps my breast. Then sweet kisses warm my body. I manage to handle it until he opens his mouth and decides to use his tongue again. I jump off of him.

"Please...stop...I can't do this."

He runs his hands through his hair and grunts. He doesn't have to tell me that he is pissed off; I can tell that he is by his body language.