by D. K Lake
We lay quietly together and I'm surprised at how tired I suddenly feel, Mitchel has worn me out, in a good way.
"Night, Blue." he whispers.
"Night, Raspberry." I reply and I can tell he's smiling when he kisses the top of my head.
A second later I fall asleep in Mitchel's arms.
41
Someone shakes me awake.
"Get up, sleepyhead." Mitchel laughs.
"Nooooo." I grumble and hide under the covers.
"You have to get up! I pressed snooze on my phone so we're running late."
"How late?"
"The bus will be here in twenty minutes."
I groan and roll over but Mitchel pulls the covers off of me and I remember I'm completely naked. I quickly pull them back over me and watch Mitchel as he pulls his hoodie over his head.
"Kelse, c'mon. Get out of bed."
"Can we not ditch today? I want to stay in bed...with you." I reach over and grab his hand and pull him back into bed. He laughs and hugs me under the covers.
"No more sleeping. I've got a math test today which a certain girl helped me study for."
"Well, that girl wants to stay in bed."
"No way. If I'm going to school then you're coming with me."
"My bus driver's a dick, he won't let you on."
"He will if I show him my bus pass." Mitchel waves a piece of plastic around.
"Where'd you get that?"
"I'm supposed to get the bus but JT drives me so there's no point. He refuses to get on the bus. C'mon, Kelse!" Mitchel drags the covers down the bed away from me.
"Ok! Ok! I thought you were the one that was supposed to be the bad influence on me?" I moan and reluctantly sit up on the edge of the bed with the covers over my lower half but my bare breasts are on full display, but strangely it doesn't bother me as much as before. I look around the floor for my clothes and my bra lands on my lap.
I look up and find Mitchel smirking at me with my panties in his hand. I quickly slip on my bra. I don't trust the mischievous glint in his eyes right now. I know we're late but I also know he's a horny teenager, just like me. I don't think it would take much to get him to miss the bus. But I know he's right and we need to go to school.
I reach up to get my panties but he moves them out of my reach.
"You're the one that wanted me to get dressed in the first place, so give me back my underwear." I laugh.
"You could go without...easier access." he smirks.
"Stop." I grab my panties and he lets go this time.
"You've got two minutes." he calls as I walk into the bathroom.
I brush my teeth and quickly get dressed, throwing on red skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, Mitchel's hoodie that I have decided to live in, and my black boots. I stare in the mirror at my messy hair and can't be bothered to spend ages sorting it out so it goes straight up into a messy ponytail. And I mean messy.
I quickly sort out my face, dabbing a little concealer on my fading bruise, some light mascara and I quickly sweep some eyeliner on before Mitchel walks into the bathroom and starts flipping his hair around in front of the mirror. I open the cabinet and find a large Band-Aid for his cut on his forehead.
"I don't need that." he says, but bends down anyway for me and lets me put it on him.
"You will if you've got gym class today. I don't want you getting any dirt in it."
Mitchel gently touches my bruised eye. "I'm still sorry about this."
"It's ancient history." I say and walk out of the bathroom.
I quickly make us peanut butter on toast and then I lock the house and follow Mitchel down the path, my breakfast still in my hand. We wait for the bus and Mitchel puts his arm around me and holds me close. Mondays are always the worst, but if things stay like this then today is going to be amazing!
At school, Mitchel follows me to Nessie's locker so I can collect what I need. I'm just glad I can start using my own locker from now on. We see JT, Amber, Phoebe, and Mia in the corridor but Mitchel ignores them and keeps his arm around me and we walk straight past them. I try not to smile as Phoebe's jaw hits the floor.
The rest of the day is the same, Mitchel is always waiting outside my class when I finish just so he can walk me to my next class. We spend lunch together and Mitchel pays for everything which I am very grateful for. I'm also pleased he's with me because Nessie is sitting with Cole and Richard and I can't stand either of them and neither can Mitchel so we eat our lunch outside on the bench.
After school, Mitchel and I catch the bus back to mine and I get straight to work trying to make the house look spotless while Mitchel goes next door and takes Charlie for a walk and feeds him for me. Afterward, we get stuck into our homework to get it out of the way, but I have to stop what I'm doing to help him because he's no good with math and he keeps asking me about his spellings for English. I don't mind, though. When we're finished and we're deciding what to eat for dinner, Willa calls Mitchel and tells him dinner is on the table and there's a plate for me. JT is already outside waiting for us.
Willa has made spaghetti bolognese for dinner, and it's the best spag bowl I've ever had. I think it's strange how normal this feels, eating dinner with them, the way Willa has just accepted me into their little family. As I'm eating I can't help but watch Mitchel as he eats his dinner, knowing I'm falling for this boy. The last few days have been perfect and I don't want this-whatever this is-to end. But Mom will be back tomorrow and I will still be grounded. Maybe if I'm on my best behavior she'll come around to the idea of me having a boyfriend, at least, I think that's what Mitchel is. We haven't really talked about it, but it isn't like we're hiding it at school, and today everyone was whispering about us being together.
Mitchel catches me watching him eat and he sticks his tongue out at me which makes me smile.
After dinner, I thank Willa for feeding me (multiple times) and sit on JT's bed while Mitchel and JT play on the PS4 together for the next hour, then JT runs us back to mine and I check on Charlie one last time before we go inside.
"So what do you want to do?" Mitchel asks.
I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, 9.20 pm.
"Um...I think I'm going to take a quick shower." I tell him, walking up the stairs.
"Can I join you?"
I stop on the top step and look over my shoulder.
"In the shower?"
"Yes." He follows me up the stairs with his bag. He picked up a change of clothes from his house before we left.
"Naked?" I say. The very thought of being naked in the shower with Mitchel is messing with my brain and I have a strange ache between my legs.
He laughs. "Yes. Naked. I don't mind you seeing me naked, and I've already seen you naked."
"Yeah...but we'll be naked...in such a small space...Naked! Together."
Mitchel walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower to warm it up and looks back at me.
"It will be quicker if we both shower together." I don't know about that.
"Uh-huh." I cross my arms and watch him as he strips off his clothes without a care in the world.
"You worried you won't be able to keep your hands off of me?" he smirks.
"No actually, the other way around."
"I might cop a feel." he teases.
I fidget around but don't take any clothes off. The idea of getting in the shower with Mitchel is too intimate. I feel naughty just thinking about it. And then there are the other thoughts I have going through my head about what we might do in there and it doesn't involve washing my body.
"Kelse, it's fine. I've seen all your naked bits...licked them, touched them, licked them some more, kissed them. Did I mention I've licked them already?" Mitchel teases, noticing my cheeks starting to go bright red.
"Alright, I'll get in the damn shower with you, just stop licking me, you weirdo."
Mitchel chuckles and throws his t-shirt at me and stands there in his boxers.
"Get your clothes off already." he orders.
I throw his t-shirt on the floor and pull off his hoodie and then lift my t-shirt over my head and stand there in my bra and jeans.
"And the rest."
I unbutton my jeans, watching him watch me. I push my jeans down my legs and kick them away, pull off my socks and stand with my arms covering my bra.
"Come here." Mitchel holds his hand out to me and I step over the clothes. I take his hand and I can feel my pulse has quickened and I'm feeling hot and flushed. Mitchel places his hands on my face and leans down to kiss me, it's soft and gentle and makes me forget I'm standing in my underwear in front of him.
He reaches around and undoes my bra and pulls it down my arms and it falls on the floor, then he slips his fingers under my panties and pushes them down and I wrap my arms around his neck and continue kissing him to distract myself before I can change my mind about getting naked in front of him under such bright lights. My panties fall around my ankles and I step out of them, still kissing Mitchel, his tongue is already exploring my tongue and getting me hot in other areas.
I can feel Mitchel prodding me through his boxers and I try not to laugh.
"You did that." he says, reaching around and cupping my ass and I press up against him.
"I thought we were getting in the shower?" I say, returning his playful smile.
"We are but I was just warming up."
"The shower...or me?"
"Both." He pulls away and keeps his eyes on me as he lowers his boxers and I look away, feeling shy.
"So shy." he teases, kissing my cheek and pushing me into the shower.
I stand under the warm spray and am very aware of Mitchel behind me, his hands around my waist his lips on my neck. I can feel him poking me from behind and I try not to laugh at how crazy this is.
I still can't get over the fact he has got me in the shower with him. I pick up my body wash and shower puff and try to squeeze some out but Mitchel tickles me and I squeeze it all over my feet.
"Stop that. I came in here to get washed." I laugh.
I try again and manage to get it on the shower puff this time and start lathering my arms as Mitchel squeezes past me and tilts his head under the shower. I scrub my body and my eyes start to drift over his body, he's still standing under the shower spray, eyes closed, and I'm gawking at him. My eyes travel down his chest, stomach...and lower. I've never seen one up close, not like this, not right in front of me in full-on-boner glory. It looks bigger than I expected. I thought six inches is average, I don't have a tape measure on me but his looks a lot larger than six inches. That familiar ache between my legs is back again and I realize Mitchel is watching me.
"Do you want to touch it." he asks. Do I?
"No, I need to get washed and you're distracting me with that thing."
"Sorry, but it won't go away." he smirks.
I close my eyes and shake my head. I still can't believe this is real, I feel as though I'm inside someone else's body. This isn't me, I don't take naked showers with boys...but then again, I never liked anyone before, not like this.
"You know, you've been scrubbing your um...lady area for longer than necessary, do you need any help with that?" he teases and I throw the shower puff at him.
"No, I don't. I'm all clean."
"I'll be the judge of that." Mitchel pulls me closer and slips his fingers between my legs and I suck in a sharp breath as he slides one between my folds and rubs my sensitive spot.
"I don't know, you feel kinda dirty to me." He leans closer and whispers, "You're really wet."
"That's because I'm in the shower," I laugh softly, and grip his arm, tensing as he pushes his finger inside of me.
He kisses and nibbles my neck as he adds another finger and continues to gently pump me with them.
"Lift your leg up." he orders as he pushes me back against the wall and gets down on his knees.
"This is so....naughty. We can't do this in the shower." I say as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder for easier access. It feels wrong almost. I mean, this is the same shower my mom uses. If she knew what I was doing in here right now she'd probably have the bathroom ripped out and all new units put back in. What am I doing? Ah, that feels so good, I think as he pushes his fingers into me ever so slowly.
"Naughty but hot." he says before pressing his tongue against my soft spot and I moan and grab onto whatever I can to stop myself from falling. I hold onto the shower and he sucks and licks me to ultimate pleasure, pumping me with his fingers, gradually moving them faster and faster until I'm moaning in ecstasy and actually screaming his name. My legs feel like jelly and I'm glad he's holding onto me.
The orgasm hits me and I try to squirm away but he holds me in place as the pleasure washes over me. I rest my head back against the tiles trying to catch my breath as he climbs to his feet and stands in front of me and kisses me. I feel him prodding me in the stomach. I look down between us and stare at him.
"What do I do?" I ask nervously.
"You don't have to do anything."
"I want to." I reach down and touch him, stroking him with my fingers. "Wh-how do I touch you?" I ask, looking back up at him and he's watching me with lustful eyes.
I start to shiver from the loss of the water and he quickly moves me under the shower and stands me next to him and lifts my hand and wraps it around his length.
It feels harder than I thought it would be. He wraps his hand around mine and guides my hand up and down his length. I find it extremely hot that he's using my hand to do this to him. He sticks to a steady rhythm and soon enough he removes his hand from mine and I carry on the same rhythm, and he leans back against the tiles.
I pump him the way he showed me, I like that I can do this for him, and I like watching how much he enjoys it. I absentmindedly bite my lip.
"You look so naughty when you do that." he growls, grabbing the back of my head and tilting it back so he can gain access to my lips.
He moans against my lips, his kiss forceful and hungry. He then buries his face in my neck and I feel his teeth grazing my skin but I'm too distracted by his hand groping my boob and the other is cupping my ass that I hardly notice what he's doing to my neck.
His breathing gets heavy and he starts moaning. "You're doing amazing. I'm nearly there..." he pants.
Only a few seconds pass before he lets out his own version of pleasure which is a mixture of grunts and moans as he comes and I get a front-row seat to the whole thing, even my toes get splashed with it.
He grabs my hand to slow me down and unwraps my fingers and then he pulls me closer and crashes his lips against mine.
I love that I did that to him. And it was actually kinda fun...in a dirty way.
He breaks the kiss and rests his head against the tiles, looking at me.
"Was that ok, did I do it right?" I ask.
"Um, yeah. I will definitely be putting your hand to good use again."
I laugh and he rinses off under the shower. I leave him to get washed while I climb out and towel myself off. I walk into my bedroom and pull on clean underwear, the last pair I borrowed from Nessie, red lace with black edging. I go back into the bathroom and pick up my dirty clothes and throw them in the laundry basket and pick up Mitchel's t-shirt and pull it over my head, it smells of him and I love it. Mitchel opens the shower curtain and I hand him a towel.
"Isn't that mine?" he asks, eyeing the t-shirt.
"Yes, but I love your smell so I'm wearing it to bed."
"I don't know if that's a good idea, seeing you in my shirt and those panties is turning me on again."
I roll my eyes but laugh when I catch sight of him.
"Told you."
"These are Nessie's panties. I don't own anything this sexy."
"Maybe you should."
"Yeah right. I'm sure my mom would freak out if she knew I was buying sexy lingerie."
"Won't she freak when she finds them in the wash?"
"She won't even know about them 'cause I do all the laundry."
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Mitchel puts on clean boxers and doesn't bother to put anything else on. He tidies up his clothes and packs his dirty stuff in his bag, and I'm constantly checking behind us to make sure he doesn't leave anything he shouldn't, the last thing I want is for Mom to come home tomorrow and find some item of clothing and it's not mine.
We lay in bed and talk for a little while, and soon enough I'm falling asleep.
42
The next morning Mitchel has to drag my ass out of bed again. I've never been a morning person and I forgot to set my phone and Mitchel's alarm is different from mine and it apparently does nothing for me because I don't hear it.
I trudge to the bathroom and start on my morning routine, but get sidetracked when I lay eyes on the little hickeys Mitchel must have left on my neck last night and I hadn't noticed before bed.
I don't want to cover them over but I know I have to in case Mom is home when I get back. I have to use a lot of concealer because I have gym class today and I don't want to be called a tramp, slut, whore, or any other word Amber or Phoebe want to throw at me. My plan is to avoid, avoid, and avoid them. They don't need ammo to come at me.
For breakfast, we both finish off the muffins Willa baked.
I turn my phone off and hide it back under the sink and make sure it all looks untouched and like I haven't been snooping in the cupboard, and then I do a quick search of the house to make sure Mitchel hasn't left anything. He packs all of his stuff in his school bag and we catch the bus together. Mom is due back today at some point so I know I won't be with Mitchel tonight. I'm going to miss being snuggled up in his arms, even if he does overheat me in my sleep and we both wake up hot and clammy. I'd rather wake up hot and sweaty with Mitchel than wake up freezing cold in an empty bed.
I don't know what's going to happen from here on out, but I'm going to have to ease Mom into the idea of me having a boyfriend, or just get her used to the idea of Mitchel at least. I already know she's not too keen on him, but I think it's obvious to everyone that he's going to be a part of my life from now on whether she wants it or not. I have grown somewhat attached to Mitchel in such a short amount of time and I think he feels the same way, we just click in a way I could have never imagined. I'm falling for him, hard.