Teach Me [COMPLETED✔]

5

Aspen

I woke up late. 

Very late to be exact. 

I didn't want to face Chris, not after what I saw. Because if I did, I'd think about his naked back. I'd hear those moans from him, wonder if he could do that to me. Those thoughts should disturb me, make me feel like I committed murder. But oddly so, they didn't. 

I was embarrassed, but for feeling these reactions. For still remembering the dips and curves of his back, the muscle as it flexed. With every thought, the feeling in between my legs pulsed stronger. And only when I pressed my thighs together, did some aching go away. 

I wanted to ask him about it, what that feeling meant. But that would mean questions. And I doubted he wanted to know I had seen him have sex with a woman. I doubted that he'd want to have this conversation with me, to even tell me about my own body's reactions and what they meant. 

It was normal. 

That's what I kept repeating to myself as I brushed my hair. Doing two French braids as I had seen them on the internet days ago. My slender fingers twisting the hair, mind going back to the woman raking her hands down Chris's back. 

How would it feel? To do that. To touch his skin, feel warmth and nothing else. This was normal, right?

But it wasn't. 

Yet still, an idea. A very unholy idea carved it's way to the front. Spinning and spinning until… I shook my head. 

God no. I shouldn't even plan that. Thinking about it was as much as acting in it, I was so perverted to think that. To imagine him and me. 

Finishing up my braids, I made my way out of my room. Turing my head to see Chris's door shut closed. My heart pounding furiously as I made my way downstairs, slowly and carefully in case I encountered the woman. I could feel jealousy when there was nothing to be jealous about. 

But… I shook my head again. Eyes looking around frantically, hoping I wouldn't see anyone. Hopping Chris had taken a morning shift at the hospital. "Good morning," a deep voice said as I stopped in the kitchen. Halting as I saw Chris leaning against the back counter. Looking oddly at peace, calm, as if nothing had happened last night in his bedroom. 

I swallowed, forcing a smile. "Hey there," I murmured my voice pitching high. Blushing as I took a step forward. Images filling my head, his bare back and front. Fingers twitching as if I could feel those muscles underneath my fingertips.

Oh God no. I shook my head, ranting over the rosary. And when I looked at him, I saw those grey eyes turn dark. Saw him still as his gaze dipped down my body. Assessing the clothes I wore, the white tank top and black shorts. Something I had bought after seeing girls in the tv wear, thinking they looked rather comfortable. And they were, the fabric was soft against my skin. 

"Part of your new sleepwear?" The question rattled me slightly, at the tone of it. 

Still I nodded, "Yeah. Hope it doesn't bother you." 

He looked startled, "Why would I be bothered?" he asked quickly, defensively. Shifting, standing up straighter as I walked to him. Leaning to grab a mug from above, shivers running down my spine as my arm grazed him. It was a jolt, sizzling and electrifying. 

"Well you know the way I was raised-" I answered keeping my voice steady- "And I know how much effort you put in to making me feel comfortable. And I am. But this is your home. I'm just living here because you are very generous. I just don't think it's fair for you to do that anymore. It's been what?-" I shrugged at him before turning around to grab the coffee pot. "Over eight months. I think I'm passed it all. You should wear anything you feel comfortable with. And I should start dressing and acting as a normal teenager."