"Okay, good," I said.
I was very relieved. I might not be so experienced but I really wanted to please her.
"Can I keep you," I asked.
"I want you to," she breathed. She kissed my skin and tried to be calm. I felt her fingers slip in between mine. She held my hand. "Should I try to touch you," she wondered. "I might be able to if you're not touching me much."
"If you want to. I'd love that," I said.
"Yeah?" She asked, smiling. "Take this off," she asked, tugging on my shirt.
I leaned up and pulled my shirt up and off, throwing it.
"Better?" I asked.
"A lot," she said. She carefully moved to sit ontop of me. I felt her hand on my face. She dipped down carefully and kissed my lips. Her hair protected us from everything outside.
Then she pressed her forehead into my chest and reached beneath me to undo my bra.
I felt her lips between my breasts. Her fingers dragged against my skin, leading my bra straps down.
I shivered and helped her take the bra off.
One of her hands immediately covered my breast. She didn't squeeze but rest it on the skin and I felt her mouth placing kisses on my other breast, showing it love.
She breathed deep and got lost in it, kissing the skin and sucking on it needily.
Her tongue licked around my nipple, tracing the circle and then dragging up from the bottom and over the full tip.
I gasped and gripped her shoulders.
"Baby…" I squirmed under her attention. "Fuck."
She stopped and sat up, resting her hand ontop of my stomach.
"Too much?" She asked, worried about me. She was looking down on me and watching my face.
"No, more please," I begged.
Laura laughed and pushed into me. "Okay," she said, spreading her hand out and pushing her body down on me until her sex rest just over mine. "This is hard," she laughed. "Touching you without touching you."
"You don't have to. We can just lay and talk if you want.” I was so wound up I'd probably have a problem cooling down. "I might need a cold shower though," I said.
She smiled down on me and unhooked her bra to lead it off. I wasn't sure what she would do but she crawled back onto my body and started to kiss me again.
"What are you thinking?" I wondered.
She breathed into me and shook. "I want this," she said, kissing me again. Her thighs tightened against mine as her sex rubbed on the top of my jeans and made me feel. I could feel her hands on my neck and in my hair. She wanted to breathe without having to stop and her body reacted to me, shivering and shaking.
"Me too," I whispered.
She was intoxicating at any time but right now, with her passion evident she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Once she got up the courage, she kissed down my body until she got to my pants. Her fingers undid my button and my zipper. I felt the fabric of my jeans being taken down. All the way to my feet, she pulled my jeans off and crawled back up between my legs, watching my face. Then she ran a soft hand over my sex ontop of my underwear.
I gasped and tried to stay calm. She was so close to touching me in the most intimate way.
Since I didn't speak she rubbed me again, this time a little harder and sexier. She rubbed till my breathing let her know what I was feeling and that it was good.
"Mmm," I groaned.
I moved her hand to the waistband of my underwear and urged her beneath.
"Touch me?" I begged.
She smiled and gasped a little. Having different plans, she took her hand out and sunk her body down against the mattress between my legs. I felt her nose and mouth dip and touch down over my underwear. Her warm breath against my sex, wetness touching me. She soaked the fabric as she breathed me in and started to taste and press against my sex, sampling the feeling and sampling me.
Her fingers snuck up to my underwear and she tugged then gently down, exposing me to herself.
I took hold of the sheet with one hand and anchored myself while she made me feel her everywhere. Her breath, the feeling of her cool fingers on my wetness, they almost drove me over the edge. I barely registered the little noises I made but I couldn't help it.
She buried her tongue inside my wetness and moaned against me, tasting me carefully.
As I writhed and reacted, she took her time in tasting and teasing me.
The more she moved the more I felt and I could tell that she liked what she was doing. She obviously became lost in it so easily.
She would find one place that drove me crazy, stay just long enough that I didn't cum, only to find another and start again. I didn't know if it was on purpose or not but when I finally felt myself crash, she kept going until I collapsed on the bed, a breathless mess of wetness and exhaustion.
She kissed up my skin and rested beside me on her stomach, burying her face inside of my pillow to hide.
"Wow," I said. I pushed the hair out of my face. It was a lot. I continued to catch my breath. "I mean… wow."
We lay beside each other and breathed.
"I feel bad that you didn't get to, you know," I said.
"I feel like I did," Laura mumbled.
"You're really good at that," I complimented her.
"I've never done it before," Laura said.
"It's never felt anywhere near that good when I do it myself but it's also that it's you," I said.
I pulled her over so I could kiss her lips. It was interesting tasting a mix of me, a hint of cheesecake and the essence of Laura. I licked my lips after and smiled.
Laura had this look on her face, I don't think I'd ever seen. It was awe or something. She touched my lips and shakily breathed.
I felt her hand rest down on my chest as she pressed her forehead to the side of my neck.
"So, do people usually have sex before their first date?" I joked.
"No," she laughed. "You seemed pretty adamant though."
"I guess I try to do everything backwards. Not sure what that says," I sighed. I nudged the top of her head with my nose. "Are you complaining?" I asked.
"No," she whispered. "Just telling the truth."
"You're very cute and it makes me crazy," I told her.
"Thank you," she said, bashfully holding her body against mine.
"I hope I didn't make you feel like you had to," I worried.
"I wanted to," she whispered.
"Okay, good," I said.
She moved her lips to my skin and placed a kiss. "You taste so good," she whispered. "Even better than I thought you might."
"You sure that wasn't just left over from the cheesecake and berries?" I teased.
"I'm sure," she breathed, still easily taken by me.
"Just making sure. You never know," I said.
I felt light and heavy at the same time. The stress was gone but I was sleepy in a nice, warm way.
"You're the only person I ever want to cuddle with," I said. I pet her hair and sighed. "Everyone else sucks."
"I hope you never get sick of me," Laura said.
"Very doubtful, it'll be the other way 'round.”
"It won't," she said. She rolled away from me and pulled a blanket up over her body.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Nowhere," she said. "Just cold."
I pulled the blanket over both of us and scooted into her body. I didn't like space from her.
"Can I help?" I asked.
"Hold me," she said.
I laid back and pulled her on my body so I could wrap her up in my arms as much as possible.
"I've got you," I said.
It was the first time I'd felt stable and happy at the same time. Now, I knew what it felt like to be hers.
Chapter 26
I stirred a little, waking. Once I realized where we were I cleared my throat and smiled against Charli’s skin, a little embarrassed. "What time is it," I wondered.
“Just around one,” Charli whispered.
I fe
lt her lean in and kiss my hair. Unbearably cute, all sleep-drenched and protective.
“Sorry,” I said.
“What for?”
“I dunno,” I sighed. “Guess I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“It’s not like we have to be anywhere and I know I was very tired after what you did.”
"Still," I said, staring down on her. Her eyes locked with mine and we tenderly stared. Once I realized I was staring I took a deep breath in and smiled, all overwhelmed and bashful again. "I better shower," I said, pushing off of her chest to get up.
"Okay, I should take one too. I'll grab my basket," Charli said.
I pulled some things from our closet and eyed Charli, secretly. What I’d done before sleep filled me up inside with warmth.
I went to the door to wait for her. That was the routine.
We got to the bathroom and Charli held the door open. We had the place to ourselves.
“Well, this is nice,” I said, double checking the empty stalls. I placed my stuff down in a shower and moved to take my towel off and hang it outside my stall on the hook.
Charli chose the stall next to mine and I wondered what she was thinking. Was it good? Did I do okay? Do the right things?
Just wondering made me smile.
I was actually so happy she let me touch her. I don’t know why but it meant a lot more to me than I ever thought it would. “This feels amazing,” she said, exhaling slowly.
"After last night it especially does," I said.
I could imagine the smile on her face while she stood beneath the water. My hand slipped down towards my center and then I opened my eyes and stopped. Whoops.
It wouldn’t be fair if I did that. Especially knowing how badly she wanted to.
"Have you thought any about the movie?" I asked. "You really don't have to take me if you have other stuff you'd rather do. It just sounded like fun." For some reason she had it in her head that I didn't want to be with her as much as I did.
I'd told her otherwise a lot so I didn't know how else to make her see.
"I was looking forward to it so no there isn't anything I'd rather do. Unless...," she teased, pretending to think.
"What?" I laughed.
"Oh nothing," She said, grinning.
“Okay, stop. What?” I asked, anxious now. I stood beneath the water unmoving. It was loud and I wanted to hear her clear.
"I'm just kidding. I was trying to be funny and failing. Sorry.," Charli said.
“Oh,” I breathed, coming back into my shower. For a second there she had me on pins. Ontop of the wet tile, I swayed.
"I'll pick a movie,” she breathed. Even just her breathing was addicting to me. “We should get there early so we can get good seats.”
"Sounds good," I smiled. The water sounds changed so I knew she was cleaning now. "God, I had such a shitty dream."
"What happened?"
I picked up my shampoo and started on my hair.
"Nothing much," I lied. "I just hated it."
"Really? You sure?"
"I dunno," I sighed. "It just sucked. Which isn't surprising. I've had a lot of bad dreams since I've been out here. What'd you dream about?"
"I don't remember," she said.
"A lot of people don't dream, I guess. I mean… I don't usually hate mine. It's just been bad lately. Almost like I can't breathe or something. Anyway… It's stupid. I'll get over it."
"It's not stupid,” Charli said. “It sounds scary. I'd like to listen if you ever want to talk about it.”
I hesitated and breathed deeply. "Some time, maybe. It's really hard not to think about everything."
"I get it,” she said. “No pressure. I'm not going anywhere even if you try to get rid of me.”
"I wouldn't want to," I said sadly. When she said things like that it made me think I was really bad at communicating. For weeks I’d been flirting and being patient with her. Not that I needed it to lead to anything dire and serious I just thought that she knew that I loved her.
"Then I'll be around as long as you like," Charli soothed.
"That's sweet," I said. "I don't deserve it but it's sweet."
"I think that's ridiculous,” she replied. “But I guess I'll take you thinking I'm sweet.”
Conversations between us had been a little difficult lately. I kept to myself and eventually turned my water off and wrapped my body up in a towel. I waited outside my stall silently. When she shut her water off, I pulled her towel from it's hook and reached inside her stall to hand it to her.
"Thanks," she said.
I thought of her taking my arm, pulling me inside. In my mind, it’d be perfect, theatrical. We kiss, her towel drops. We end up naked again and this time I don’t freak out or act strange, chicken out because it’s too real and I’m scared to lose it.
She took the towel and opened the curtain. I helped her pull it around herself, taking advantage of our alone space. The longing hurt at this point.
"Do you feel weird about before," I asked.
"No. I liked it." She made sure the towel was secure and looked up. "Do you feel weird?"
We dried together and I watched her.
"Not weird, no," I said. "I wasn't sure you'd feel that way though."
"It's not weird. Did you like it?" She asked.
"Well, yeah," I smiled, embarrassed and blushing a lot. "Just didn't want to take advantage. I got away with myself."
"You weren't taking advantage. I was very willing," she pointed out.
"Yea but you were also in a mood," I teased.
"I'm always in that mood around you," she teased back.
"That's not what I meant," I laughed. She really frustrated me. "You were acting differently. Like… Before the kissing and stuff. I almost came for you in the dining hall."
“Really? Why?” She asked.
“Why do you think?” I blushed. “You were really messing with me. Heavy flirting. It kills me. It’s so hard not to go places in my head.”
“Oh, I didn’t think I said anything worth getting excited about. So, all I have to do is to flirt with you instead of eating breakfast. I can do that,” she said.
“See,” I laughed. “This is why I can’t trust you. You are way too good at flirting. You’re so good you don’t even know when you’re doing it. It’s cruel.”
“You’re the only one that feels that way. At least, to the extent of almost having an orgasm in public,” she teased.
“Don’t make fun of me for that,” I warned, pointing at her.
“I’ll never do it again.” She held a hand over her heart. “I swear.”
“Uh huh, sure,” I said, wrapping myself up again and gathering my things.
“So, what could I have said to actually make you… you know?” She blushed .
“God Charli, I don’t know,” I blushed. “You really don’t have to do much to get to me. I’m always sort of waiting for something.”
“Has it ever happened before? I mean, with anyone else.” She asked
“Yeah right,” I laughed. “I mean… Other people can turn me on too but… You completely dismantle me. It’s sick.”
“I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m very lucky. I never knew I had this super power,” she said.
I laughed. She was ridiculous. “Come on,” I said, pushing her a little to get her to stop dawdling and go back to the room.
“Okay, bossy Laura definitely turns me on,” she said.
“I’m not bossy,” I laughed. “You’re just slow. And you owe me.”
“You’re not usually bossy but sometimes you are and I like it,” she said, letting me push her more.
“Come on,” I said, pushing her more. “This date thing is starting to seem overrated. First I have to suggest it, then I have to come up with it, now this. If I didn’t know any better I’d think I was the one taking you out.”
“Nope. I’m definitely taking you. Okay, I’ll straighten up and get moving. I gotta take my girl for a very romantic enc
ounter in a dark room with twenty strangers,” she said and started to walk on her own.
“That kinda sounds scandalous,” I joked.
“Depends on what you mean,” she said.
“I don’t mean anything,” I said. “And as long as Nadia or Lissa aren’t there I should be fine. If you start flirting with someone else, that’s it, end of date.”
She stopped and turned around, putting her hands on my cheeks and leaning in close.
“Hey, I swear there will be no flirting with anyone else. You’re the only person I want,” she said.
After, she kissed me softly before putting an arm around me and guiding me the rest of the way to the room. I stayed quiet, appeased with all the touching.
She put her things away and found some jeans and a sweater to throw on. "Are you mad at me?" She asked.
"Are you mad at me?" I wondered back.
"No, I'm not sure I can be," she said.
"I'm not mad at you," I reminded. "But something's going on with you. You've been acting weird for a couple of days and it's freaking me out."
"Don't freak out. Everything is fine," Charli said.
"You can't just say that," I smiled. "I'm gonna worry about you.”
"I worry about you too so we're even but, seriously, I'm fine and I'm sorry that I made you worry.”
"I'm not so sure you're in the clear," I said.
Since this would be a date I put on a tight black dress for her. I knew she’d want to touch me more if I wore it. Sue me for being lame and wanting her hands on my body. I threw a light purple cropped hoodie over the top to give it a little more mystery. The outfit was comfy and sexy. I pulled my white sneakers on as I sat on her bed.
"Still in the dog house?" Charli asked.
"More like the penalty box," I smirked and bit her bottom lip.
"Oh, at least that's inside," she replied.
It always felt like we were flirting. How could she not sense this before?
"I wouldn't banish you," I said, admiring her form. I leaned back on the bed and scanned her body. "I'm used to a lot worse."
"That's unfortunate." She sat down and took out her phone."There's a movie in a little bit. Do you want to go?"
It was really not fair how pretty she was.
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