Chapter Four: Kiss and Tell

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Arielle squirmed at his gaze, and started trying to comb through her hair with her fingers, in hopes to look more presentable for him. She shifted her gaze to random objects around the room, the television, the clock, the vase, the clock again. David stood up, and stretched his hands up, almost touching the ceiling with his impressive height. Arielle’s eyes burned into David’s abdomen, which was toned. Arielle immediately asked herself, when did David start working out?

“So, thanks for waking me up.” David said sarcastically.

Arielle jumped at his words, and quickly apologized, “Sorry, uh, I was just surprised you were here.”

“Well, it was really late by the time I left to go home, and since it‘s the weekend, your parents insisted I sleep here tonight” David explained as he motioned to the couch.

“Oh, well okay then. So, do you want something to eat?” Arielle asked hesitantly.

“Sure, I‘ll help you make breakfast, does pancakes sound good?” David asked energetically.

“Yeah, sure…” said Arielle absent mindedly, as she looked back at David’s abdomen in her mind.

David noticed that Arielle was acting strange, and he hoped it was just from grandma Lily’s death, and not the fact that she knew he had feelings for her. Arielle and David went into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator, and pulled out the necessary ingredients: Eggs, Milk, Butter. Arielle grabbed the container that held the flour, and put it next to the other ingredients. David found the bowls and cookware in the cabinets, while Arielle got the measuring cups. David looked over at Arielle as she cracked an egg, and remembered that she had said he was her only friend. He had a mischievous thought pop into his mind, and grabbed a handful of flour, and threw it at Arielle.

Arielle gasped, looked at her clothes, then up at David in shock. Did he really just do that, I thought he wanted to be mature now?! Arielle watched David laugh hysterically, and in a fit of childishness and revenge, grabbed an egg and threw it at his chest. David quit laughing, looked down at his shirt, up at the smirk on Arielle’s face, and grabbed another handful of flour. The two of them threw flour and eggs, until their reserves were gone, then both collapsed to the floor caked in flour and egg yolks. They laughed and looked around the room and at each other, it felt like they were kids again, it was amazing.

“That was awesome!” said Arielle excitedly.

“Yeah, but we have to clean this up!” David said seriously.

Arielle nodded her head, then rake some flour mixed with egg yolk, and smeared it on David’s cheek. David gasped, then looked at Arielle, and laughed like a kid again. He pushed rolled her onto the floor, grabbed some flour, and sprinkled it on her like snow. He was hovering above her, looking down at her captivating eyes, and then he leaned down slowly. Arielle knew what was happening, she didn’t want to stop herself, she lifted off the ground. The two met in the middle, staring deeply in each other’s eyes, it was bound to happen sometime.

Their lips met, they molded together, as though their lips were made for each other’s. David’s lips were soft and warm, and she wanted him more than she‘d ever wanted anything. Arielle’s lips were thick, and sweet, and he wanted her more than he knew he would. They parted lips, and their tongues met, David guided her lips, and the sparks erupted inside them.

When they pulled away they both breathed deeply, and stared into each other’s eyes. They smiled, it was perfect, they were meant fro each other, they were in love. Arielle leaned into David, and kissed him once more, but she broke away quickly. Arielle touched her lips with her shaking hands, as she looked at David’s lips in shock. They had kissed, a twenty-two year old teacher, and his sixteen year old student….had KISSED!

Arielle twisted out from under David, and in the process, felt his boner. Arielle blushed severely, and looked away in shame. She had seduced her best friend, and teacher to kiss her. David was confused, he thought Arielle wanted to kiss him, he definitely wanted to kiss her. David reached out to touch her, but she scooted away from him, across the dirty floor. Arielle couldn’t look at him, he probably hated her now, he’d probably stop teaching at Jefferson, and move away now.

“Arielle, what‘s wrong?” David asked confused.

“I kissed you!” Arielle said disappointedly.

“No, we kissed each other.” David corrected.

“No, I kissed you, and now you‘re gonna move away!” Arielle cried.

“What?! No! I like you Arielle, I‘d never move away, I could never leave you!” David comforted her.

Arielle took a moment to process what David had just said.

“You mean, I didn‘t seduce you, and you won‘t leave?” Arielle asked quietly, looking into David’s big blue eyes.

“No. no. no. I love you…and I will never, ever leave.” David said just as quietly.

Arielle smiled up at him, and wiped the flour and egg yolk off of his cheek. He chuckled, and held her hand in place on his cheek. They slowly moved closer, and began kissing again, this time heavier, deeper, more passionately. David growled, deep in his throat, and moved his hands down to Arielle’s waist. Arielle pushed her hands under his shirt, feeling the crevices of his muscularly formed abs.

David slid his hands under Arielle’s shirt, and felt along the outside of her bra. He wanted so badly to have her, all of her, right now. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, and he picked her up off the ground, and into his arms. She giggled, and nibbled on his neck, which caused him to groan. She could do anything, and David would melt, he was truly, madly, deeply, in love.

He put her on the couch, and he pulled off his shirt, letting her stare at his abs. She felt them each muscle, and every time she moved her finger, David’s loins ached. Arielle grabbed David’s jeans, and unbuttoned and unzipped them, and smirked at his plaid boxers. David looked down at her, and smiled, he told himself that she could do whatever she wanted. Arielle started to pull at his boxers, tugging them slowly downward, when they heard footsteps on the stairs.

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