What The Boys Want || n.h.

T H R E E

Lo had gone back to bed after I painted her. She claimed that she was extremely tired, and simply couldn't keep her eyes open. I was quite grateful for her exit though, because I was growing increasingly more tired as well. Once I dropped onto my bed, my eyes shut.

All I could see was Lo sitting there in her short pajama pants, and thin camisole. Her skin was soft, and she smelled of pineapples. Her ash blonde hair fell perfectly around her face, and she had the slightest tint of tan on her body. Lo really was beautiful, absolutely perfect. I knew thinking those things were wrong, especially considering her age, but I didn't care. I would never deny the truth of one's beauty.

Finally, all those thoughts about gorgeous Lo, put me to sleep.

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Some time passed, maybe three weeks or so, and we were all sitting in the backyard, sipping on ice tea and eating sandwiches. It was a beautiful day, sunny skies, warm temperatures, not even a bird was flying overhead. It was, however, one of the hardest. I had found out that morning that I didn't get the job at the high school, the one gorgeous Lo would be attending in the fall. It crushed me a bit, mainly because it was the whole reason I came over here, to land that job. The day was made much more worse, when I was told that Lo would be leaving for camp. I wanted to cry, and scream. I wanted her to stay here, with me. I could paint her every night, and tell her she was gorgeous a million times a day. But sadly, I had no choice in the matter.

I told Penelope, I would be bringing Lo to the movie theater to see whatever she wanted to see, before she left. The truth of it was, I was taking Lo out for ice cream, something she's been begging me for. Her mom didn't allow ice cream in the house, because it would "make you fat, and fat isn't beautiful." After she spoke those words, I despised her. How dare she say something like that to gorgeous Lo?

"So what have you decided to see darlin'?" the old wretch asked me.

"It's not my decision, it's Loren's," I explained staring at the young girl.

"I haven't decided, but something romantic hopefully," she grinned, nudging my foot under the table. I let out a small smile, and did the same.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come? We can go shopping afterwards!" Penelope offered.

"No, we're quite fine, you can take Lo tomorrow, right Lo?" She nodded quickly, biting into her sandwich.

We finished up outside, and Lo hurried up to her room to change. I expected her to come down in something comfortable, maybe jeans and a jumper, but no, she came in wearing extremely short shorts, and a barely there too tight top, with red lipstick plastered across her lips. Even like this, she was still gorgeous Lo.
"Are you ready Niall?" she cooed, bumping her hip into my thigh. I took her hand, and said goodbye to Penelope, wishing we could leave forever.

"I'm so glad to get away from that woman," I huffed, as we got into the car.

"She isn't all bad, just very... persistent," Lo laughed, shutting her door.

I began driving, and she began singing. Her voice was very out of tune, and quite scratchy, but I loved it. Anything Lo did, I loved. I even loved when she decided it would be best to jump into my lap as I drove. "What are you doing?" I questioned, straining my neck to see the road.

"Pull over," she ordered gently, running her index finger down my cheek. I did as told, and once we were stopped, I planted my hands are either side of her hips. "Kiss me."

"Excuse me?" I asked, trying to make sure I heard her correctly.

"Kiss me," she demanded, wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. I inched towards her, slowly at first, then she tugged me forward.

Her mouth was open, and she was God awful as kissing, but again, I loved it. She didn't mean to, but she began grinding her hips into me, making me a little too excited. Once she felt something that wasn't right, she brought her head back.
"What is this?" she wondered, moving her thigh against me. I let out a quiet, breathy moan.

"Lo, would you like me to make you feel good? Feel like you're floating on air?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"Yes!" she cheered.

"Take your shorts off, and spread your legs wide open." She followed directions, and hopped back onto my lap, opening her legs.

I trailed my middle finger over her cotton underwear gently, barely touching her at all. I slipped my finger into the underwear, and pushed it aside. She looked at me with wide eyes, and a pout on her lips. I then began to rub my finger across her center. Her eyelids drooped, and her mouth parted slightly. After a few minutes of repeating my actions, slowly of course, I decided it would be best to take things a bit further. "This might hurt, just a little bit," I whispered to her. Slowly, I inched my fingers towards her opening, rubbing around it, and finally, inserting my finger. She whimpered a little bit, but held in any sign of pain. Lo's soft moans filled the car, and she began grinding her hips into my finger. "Niall," she breathed, her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Don't speak baby," I whispered, kissing her collarbone.

Suddenly, her legs tightened around my own, and her nails dug into the cloth on my shirt. Her breathing hitched, and she let out a bit of a squeal.

"How did that make you feel, baby? Good?" I asked, kissing her forehead.

She nodded, and kissed me right on my mouth.

Lo's eyes hung low, and her skin was imprinted with a lasting blush. She looked as if she was glowing. Maybe she was. It was the first time anyone had made her feel that way. The first time someone's hands touched her in her most private space.

"I think we should just go see that movie," she smiled, hugging my arm.

"Anything for you Lo."

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loll sorry about this shitty ending, ha. I just haven't figured a way to actually end this chapter, but you got a little smut, ayee. it's shitty but I tried oops.