by D. K Lake
I leave Mitchel watching TV and head upstairs to take a shower because I'm the sort of person that can't be bothered to shower in the morning when I'm half asleep.
When I get out of the shower I decide to wear my warm PJs, the house is cold and I'm freezing. I even put on my thick fluffy socks and bathrobe.
"This house is freezing!" I complain, walking into the living room.
"It's warm under here." Mitchel grins, holding my bed covers up so I can join him on the couch.
"Freezing." I shiver and snuggle up next to him.
He puts his arm around me and I rest my head on his chest.
"Thanks." I say.
"For what?"
"Making me stay the other night."
"Does this mean I am forgiven?"
"I don't know, that depends on how Monday goes."
"What's happening tomorrow?"
"I'm back at school, and Nessie is convinced that as soon as we get to school you'll be off with Phoebe again."
"That's not happening. I'm going to be with you all day."
"Really?"
"Yes, of course. JT is still messing around with Amber so I won't be hanging out with them until it's over."
"When will it be over? I thought he already won the bet?"
"He did but he's planning something, so he's still dating her."
I half laugh. I don't like the girl and if JT is only with her to mess with her then I can't wait to be there when he breaks the news to her that he doesn't even like her.
"Well, I don't care. I don't want to talk about Amber or her clones anymore."
"Me neither. I've had enough of all of them."
We end up watching The Maze Runner, I've seen it before but Mitchel has just finished the book and wants to watch it.
We snuggle under the covers but being in such close contact with Mitchel is distracting and I can't concentrate on anything. I turn toward him and edge closer until my lips are brushing his jaw.
"Do you know how distracting that is?" he says with a smile.
"Sorry...but you started it."
"I didn't do anything. I'm just sitting here watching the movie."
"You smell minty."
"Is that bad?"
"No, I like minty things."
"And you smell of..." He sniffs my hair. "Strawberries." He smiles and puts his arm around me. "I'm not really a fruit person, though." he adds. I playfully pinch his arm. "But I am into crazy blonds that have slushie addictions, and look super hot wearing a bathrobe."
"Hey, it's cold!" I defend my dress choice.
"If you want to warm up all you have to do is ask."
"What do you have in mind?" I say, flirting with him.
I have never been a flirt. I don't even know how to flirt. I'm usually the socially awkward one, but with Mitchel, I feel way more relaxed the more time I spend with him.
He has a look of mischief in his eyes and lifts his hand to my face as he inches closer to kiss me. I smile as his lips touch mine. I have secretly been waiting for him to kiss me properly all day.
The kiss starts out slow but it doesn't take long until we're all over each over and he's pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him and kiss him back, my fingers getting lost in his hair. His kiss is demanding and forceful. Like he's been denied this for too long. His tongue gets tangled with mine and I let out a moan as he grips my hips harder and pulls me closer, creating friction between us.
This kiss is different. It's hungry and lustful, and I don't want to stop this time.
"Too many layers." he tells me, pushing my bathrobe down my arms and tossing it onto the couch beside us.
"I was cold, remember?" I breathe against his lips.
"Not for long." he says, kissing me.
His warm hands move under my long-sleeved top and my tummy tenses as his long fingers slide over my skin and around my back.
I suddenly feel hot...too hot.
I break the kiss for a few seconds to remove my top, feeling brave. Mitchel watches as I lift my top over my head and chuck it over the couch, leaving me in a thin vest top but with nothing on underneath.
"I'm feeling a little warmer already." I smile and pull him back to me so I can feel his lips on mine again. We get lost in the kiss again and I start to get those feeling again, those down below feelings. I want something and I think Mitchel knows it.
I grab at his hoodie but he doesn't make a move to lift it over his head and instead, he pulls away and I'm left with parted lips, breathing hard.
"Kelse, we should slow down."
"Wh-why? Don't you want to?" is the first thing that flies out of my mouth.
I'm not even sure I want to go too far but isn't that what most boys want?
"No, it's not that...but only yesterday I was asking you not to leave me and you weren't sure if you could trust me and now you're taking your clothes off for me."
"That was before I knew the whole story. Not unless you're lying to me and tomorrow you're going to ignore me and chase after Phoebe?"
"No. I'm done with her. I don't want anyone else but you."
"Why me?"
"'Cause I want you."
"That's not a proper answer."
"No, but it's true. And I find you really entertaining when you're drunk."
"Don't even go there." I say and he laughs. "And for your information, I wasn't taking my clothes off for you. I was feeling a little overheated." I go to lift the bottom of his hoodie and he stops me.
"Kelse,"
"Mitchel, it's ok, we're just kissing."
"Is that what this is to you...just kissing?"
"What does that mean?"
"I'm fine with just kissing you but when you start taking clothes off it causes a problem." He motions to his crotch.
"Maybe I can help with that?" I say without thinking.
I want to take it back as soon as it has left my mouth. To be honest, I wouldn't even know what to do with one. He tries to hide his stupid smirk but it doesn't work.
"That...I...I'm sorry. It's just when I'm kissing you I get caught up in the moment, and I want to do more with you. Is that bad?" I say nervously.
"No, of course not, but this is all new to you-"
"Gee, thanks."
"I didn't mean it like that, but I don't want you to rush into anything and regret it."
"Well, I'm a big girl and I think it's time I started...doing stuff. But if you don't want to-" I try to climb off his lap but he grips my hips and lowers me back onto his lap.
"I didn't say that. But I don't want to rush you. And when you kiss me like that and take off your clothes I want to do more, too."
"So you don't want me to take off my clothes?"
"I do but one of us has to have some self-control here."
"Maybe you should just keep your eyes closed if you have a problem with me taking my clothes off." I smile.
"Ok, some ground rules first. How 'bout we can try other things but not that, not yet...then when you're properly ready we can do more...if you want? How does that sound?" he suggests.
I nod my head and a million different things run through my head at the words 'try other things'. I want to do a lot of things with Mitchel.
"So what did you have in mind to start off with?" I ask, biting my lip.
"Kiss me first." He pulls me back to him and we get carried away again until we're both panting. I want his hands on me, all over me, everywhere.
I take his hand and move it under my vest top. His hand stops halfway up as though he's hesitating.
So I lean back and quickly discard of vest top leaving Mitchel frozen in a lustful stare. His eyes linger on me and I start to feel self-conscious and go to cover myself up but he finally snaps out of it and pulls me back to him and runs his hand up my waist and I feel his thumb brush under my breast. He leaves my mouth and dips down to my breasts and sucks on my nipple.
Oh. My. I grip the back of his head and throw my head back, enjoying what he's doing to me. These feelings
are all new to me, my nipples are super hard and Mitchel's tongue seems to arouse the hell out of me as he flicks it over my nipple and sucks one into his mouth. It feels amazing, and I even notice my panties are starting to feel a little damp. I can't believe I've been missing out on this...and we haven't even got to the naughty stuff yet.
"I want you to touch me." I practically beg and he sucks in a breath.
"Where?" he asks in a husky voice.
"Down there." I murmur.
He moves his hand away from my back from where he's been digging his fingers into my skin and brings it around to the front of me and rubs his thumb over the front of my pajamas, right on my sensitive spot.
"Down here?" he murmurs back.
"Yeah...there's good."
I feel his fingers pull at the waistband of my pajamas and just as he's about to slip his hand inside the front door bursts opens, the lights flicker on and my heart jumps into my mouth.
"Eww, Kelsey!" My sister screams at the sight of me half-naked with my breasts in Mitchel's face.
I'm so relieved it's Paige and not my mom that I burst out laughing.
Mitchel quickly grabs my bathrobe and covers the front of me as Emily walks in behind Paige.
"Are you drunk again?" Paige asks.
I can't stop laughing which sets Mitchel off.
"Seriously, Kelsey?! Other people live here too!" Paige says and stomps up the stairs.
"Well, I thought you were gone until Tuesday!" I yell, climbing off of Mitchel's lap and slipping my arms into my bathrobe.
Mitchel grins and I smack his arm and he jumps up and wraps his arms around me, trapping my arms at my sides, and then he kisses me and I have no choice but to kiss him back.
He finally loosens up his hold on me and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and he opens my bathrobe and pulls me closer to him.
"Can't you do that in your room?" Paige says with a disgusted look on her face, her arms full of books as she descends the stairs.
Mitchel lets me go and I wrap my bathrobe around my body. Emily hovers behind Paige, looking everywhere else to avoid looking at us.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"I came back to collect some books for school. You remember what school is, don't you? Are you even going to tomorrow?"
"Yes. I'm going." I reply.
Paige shakes her head at me and walks to the front door with Emily close behind her.
"At least close the curtains!" Paige shouts right before she slams the front door.
"Will she tell your mom?" Mitchel asks.
"Like it matters? I'm already grounded for the foreseeable future."
I step closer to him and hug him around the waist.
"Do you want to head upstairs? It's getting late, and I have no idea what's going on in the movie 'cause some girl started distracting me and I lost focus."
"I wanted your attention." I pout.
"Well, you've got my attention, now help me with this bedding and you can have all of my attention in your bedroom." He picks up my pillow and tosses it to me. He carries my bedding up to my room and I sort my bed out while Mitchel goes back down to get a drink and brings it back upstairs.
"It's not really that big." I say and Mitchel nearly chokes on his drink.
I laugh and cover my face when I figure out why he's laughing.
"The bed, you idiot!"
"Good. I don't normally get complaints." He notices my face and quickly apologizes. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I think Boston's crude humor has rubbed off on me."
"It's ok. I know you've been with a lot of girls."
He puts his drink down and walks over to me and picks up my hand, playing with my fingers and lacing them together.
"I don't know what I'm doing when it comes to sex, I've never done this..." I trail off feeling all embarrassed.
"Hey, stop." Mitchel takes my face in his hands and looks into my eyes. His eyes look like stormy rains clouds, full of desire and something else. The way he looks at me makes my heart beat faster.
"I prefer it that you haven't been with twenty guys."
"But you've been with twenty girls?"
He doesn't say anything.
"More than twenty?" I look away but he takes my chin in his hand and turns me to face him.
"None of them meant anything, I was either drunk or high. I don't remember most of them, and I don't want to. The last few years have been a blur but I'm trying to get back on track, sort myself out, and I'm trying my best at school. And I want to be with you, only you."
My lips hint at a smile and he rubs his nose against mine.
"Ok?" he says.
"Ok."
"Now get on the bed. I'm going to make you forget about everything else."
"And how are you going to do that?" I ask as he walks me back to the bed.
"Lay on the bed and I'll show you."
My legs hit the edge of the bed and I sit down and lift my legs onto the bed. I watch as Mitchel sheds all of his clothes, leaving just his navy tight boxers on, and climbs in beside me. He lifts the covers over us and I slip out of my bathrobe, and we latch onto each other like before and carry on where we left off downstairs.
He climbs on top of me and I part my legs and he rests between them, his hands roam all over me, down my arms, across my stomach, back up to my breasts where he spends a good five minutes touching my breasts and playing with my nipples, all the while he's kissing me. My hands explore his chest, toned stomach, and back. I think he likes it when I trail my nails down his back because he makes a little noise that is between a grunt and a moan.
His lips leave mine and I moan at the loss of contact but his lips soon find their way to my neck where he leaves a trail of small kisses, over my collarbone, over my breasts. I moan louder when his tongue finds my nipple and the silver chain around his neck tickles my chest and feels cold against my hot skin which only adds to the pleasure.
But he keeps going, kissing a trail down my body, moving lower. I can feel my breathing picking up. I'm excited and both nervous as he stops just below my belly button and looks back up at me as if asking my permission as his fingers slip under the waistband of my pajama bottoms. I just nod having forgotten how to speak.
I lift my butt off the bed as he pulls them down and discards of them on the floor. He then brushes his finger over my lace panties. (I'm glad I borrowed them from Nessie. I don't really own anything other than female boxer briefs and panties with cartoon characters on them).
I bite my lip. I'm already pulsing down there. I feel like some horny dog in heat.
I don't know what has gotten into me but I don't want to stop. He kisses the inside of my leg and looks up at me and gives me this cheeky grin and I blush like an idiot. He runs his finger under the hem of my panties and tugs at them, his eyes on mine again.
I smile in response, biting my lip, and let out a nervous breath as he slips them down my legs and I kick them away from my feet. He settles between my legs again and I feel so self-conscious I want to hide under a pillow. And I suddenly realize I'm completely naked. I try to wriggle away but he holds me in places and kisses me there.
OMG. I can't believe this is actually happening.
He lifts one of my legs higher, gaining full access to my nether regions. I suck in a breath as I feel his tongue flick against me and my hips buck off the bed and he chuckles.
Oh, my... I grip the bed sheets as he continues to moves his tongue in a steady rhythm and it feels good...really good. I'm moaning like I'm auditioning for a dirty movie. I've never made noises like this before. I didn't even know I was capable of such noises.
He trails a finger over my inner leg and I feel him stroke my entrance.
"You're so wet already." he murmurs, looking up at me with dark eyes before dipping his head back down again to devour me.
He pushes a finger inside of me and I squirm a little at the weird feeling. I've never had anything inside of me before and the feeling is strange but I'm so dis
tracted by Mitchel's tongue that it overrides any discomfort. He starts moving his finger in and out and I fist the bed sheets, feeling the start of something but I don't know what. It feels amazing, though, building up inside of me.
I moan and throw my head back into the pillow as Mitchel's tongue goes into overdrive and I feel another finger enter me, it feels uncomfortable but I'm not about to complain when he's making me feel so good at the same time.
The feeling that I had before gets stronger until all of a sudden I forget about everything as the feeling takes over and I'm moaning so loud it's almost pornographic. And a second later I realize I just had my first orgasm.
As I come down from the most amazing high I look down at Mitchel, he's looking back at me with a huge grin on his face.
"You like?" he asks, sucking his fingers clean which I find extremely hot even though before I would have been disgusted at such a crude gesture but right now I'm in such a good place. My body feels like jelly, and everything feels fluttery, including the butterflies in my stomach.
I nod and smile at him and he crawls over me and lays down beside me.
"That was Aaamazing. I can't believe I've been missing out on that. I didn't know it felt like that."
Mitchel frowns. "That was your first orgasm?"
"Maybe." I say a little embarrassed at my sudden openness.
Mitchel kisses my nose and I turn on my side to face him.
"Did it feel ok?" he asks.
"I liked what you did with your tongue...there was a little discomfort when you put your fingers inside me. But it was good. I liked it a lot." I chew on my lip and trail my fingers over his chest.
"What about you? Do you want me to..." I know it's only fair if I offer to do something for him even if I have no idea what I'm doing.
"Not tonight." he says. I'm a little disappointed but also relieved because I'm super nervous about doing anything to him.
"I'm really tired. And we have to get up early for school."
"Ugh. Don't remind me."
He reaches over and picks up his phone and sets an alarm and then he gets comfortable on the pillow beside me. My back is pressed up against the wall and there's not much space so I move closer to him and rest my head on his shoulder as I hug him around the waist.
