The Last Virgin

Chapter Three

I ran to the front door to see Freddie stood there on the porch, slightly wet from the rain, I grinned at him, "Hey," ignoring my welcome he pulled me into a wet hug, rubbing his hair on my cheek, "Ewwww, get off me! Get off me! Ew ew eww," pushing him off me, I saw him grinning wildly, I wiped my cheek with the sleeve of my grey cardigan, his eyes widened at me.

"Hey that's my jacket!" I looked down at the cardigan I was wearing and smirked, "Oh, so it is," he shook his head at me and went up to my room.

I found him laying on my bed, looking at the laptop that I had open, obviously scrolling through my Facebook because he started grinning, but then his face fell, he looked up at me concerned and then turned the laptop to face me, showing my Tumblr page, showing a rather obscene picture on my dashboard. Rolling my eyes I shuffled over to the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him on the cheek, watching him as he scrolled further down my blog, panic building in case he found another thing to get worried about. 

I saw him hesitate on a picture, a couple stood in front of a forest, white writing above their heads reading "I was praying you and me might end up together." I sat up and looked at him, his focus still on the screen. I leant in again, bring my lips to his neck, I started to suck, marking him. I leant back and inspected the red mark that I had left, he turned to look at me wide eyed before bringing his hand to his neck, feeling the bruise. "You didn't?!" I burst out laughing as he got up and ran to the mirror, examining the mark.

He turned back to me, pinning me to the bed as he marked me, I started to squirm under him, laughing at the feeling. Pulling my hair away he assessed the mark, grinning at his achievement. 

"Wanna watch a movie? I brought The Grudge," he winked and grabbed his bag, pulling out a DVD case. "Yeah sure, I'll get the popcorn," I clambered off the bed, trudging down the stairs to the kitchen with Freddie following. I poured the drinks and the popcorn into a bowl and carried them into the living room, Freddie was already lying on the L part of the couch, I set the food down on the table and pulled the blanket from under him and jumping down next to him, pulling the blanket over us.

"Why'd you choose a scary film anyway? I thought you didn't like them?" I looked up at him, he  shrugged and looked down at me, "It's funny to hear you scream," I glared up at him, "Is that it?" 

He sighed and pressed play on the movie, "When you get scared you hide behind the pillows and hug me until it's over," when I thought about it, he had a point, I did do that. I punched him softly on the arm and turned to watch the movie.

I treaded up the stairs after putting the dishes in the sink, pulling off my cardigan, heading for my room. I pulled out a pair of grey shorts and white vest from the drawers and pulled off my shirt and jeans, hearing the door click closed behind me I turned to find Freddie gawping at me, he flinched and quickly averted his eyes, "Uhm, sorry," I grimaced at him, "Fredster, you've seen me plenty of times?" he held his hands up to cover his view, "Yeah, when you were like, twelve, you didn't have-" he flinged his hands towards my chest, "-them,"

I laughed, "Yeah but you've seen me plenty in a bikini?" he just shrugged and pulled off his shirt and jeans, the muscles in his back rippling when he moved as he climbed into my bed. Sighing I pulled on my pajamas and climbed in next to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist instinctively and I snuggled closer as my eyes drifted to sleep.