Fake It Till You Make It

Leighton

I painted Jaxon's nails pink, and then we showed my mom and he insisted to take it off immediately with nail polish remover. James came home later on and I was taking a nice hot shower while Jaxon and my brother were down in the basement playing video games. Once I got out, I put my hair up in a wet messy bun and put on a black charcoal facial mask, I was dripping and wrapped up in a towel. I brushed my teeth quickly and slipped out of the steamy bathroom. On my way out I bumped into Jaxon who was coming up to pee and see me, and my loose towel dropped to the ground. I was completely naked, I shrieked, and I slapped one arm over my boobs and the other hand on my private part. No boy had ever seen me naked. Until now. Jaxon's eyes were wide and he took a step back, finally he put his hand over his eyes.

"I'm not looking, I didn't see anything." He says.

I grab my towel and have it wrapped back around me in a flash.

"Ok. It's fine, I'm in my towel again." I say.

He peeks through his fingers and then lowers his arm to his side.

"I really didn't see anything, I only saw you for a little bit, after you had everything covered up with your hands."

"It's fine, you don't have to lie. This is so embarrassing!" I say frantically, not meeting his eyes.

"I'm not lying." He says. He tips my chin up to look at him, our bodies close. "I would never lie to you."

"Okay." I say.

He dips his head down and gives me a peck on the lips, then pulls away, knowing I'm still new to the whole kissing thing.

"Sorry, I had to do that. I missed your lips on mine." He says with a smirk.

"There's no need to apologize." I say, grabbing his hand and leading him into my room. I push him onto my bed. "Wait there. I have to change real quick." I say, slipping into my walk-in closet.

When I come out, his legs are still touching the floor on the side of the bed, and his back is flat on the bed, his fingers are clasped behind his head. I am in black and white athletic shorts and a plain tee shirt for the night. I straddle him and trail my hands up from his waistline to his chest, my hands running over the wrinkles of his shirt and his bumpy muscles. His hands go down to my waist as I lean down to give him a smooth and passionate kiss, pulling away every so often to make him crave more. Then it turns into a hungry kiss, an I can't get enough kiss. Our hands are exploring each other's bodies. I have ripped off his shirt, and I am rubbing his chest and my hands are traveling up his neck. His hands are fondling the sides of my legs and grasping my butt, traveling up my shirt to the small of my back and his thumbs curling around my sides. Then I pull away.

"I think we should stop before it goes any further." I say.

"I understand, I knew I needed to get back down to James, but I was too lost in kissing you. You're like a pro now, didn't take you long."

"I told you I was a fast learner." I say, sliding off of him. He laughs and sits up to put on his shirt.

Once he's done putting on his shirt, he stands up and turns towards me before leaving. He looks at me pleadingly, I stand up, in front of him.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"One last kiss." He says, slipping his hand behind my neck and leaning down to kiss me, slowly and gingerly.

He straightens up, dropping his hand back down.

"See ya tomorrow, at school." I say.

"Yeah, see ya babe." He says, winking at me and turning to leave. I blush.