by Abbye J Leen
Without thinking too much about it, I fling myself into his arms and kiss him passionately, savouring the magnificent, minty taste of his lips and relishing his sweet, inimitable scent.
I’ve missed him like crazy.
His lips unfold into a smile, as he wraps his arms tightly around me, bringing me closer and when he gently entwines his tongue with mine, I can't help but cry. I feel emotionally drained and strengthless, but at the same time, happy like never before and absolutely over the moon.
"Don't cry baby" he says, softly wiping my tears away, before kissing me one last time.
"I have to go now, or I will be late for practice, but I’ll come pick you up later, okay? And Ellie please, don't walk around in that miniskirt if you’re on your own, I beg you... unless you want me to go insane that is" he adds, almost painfully.
I nod, wiping more tears off my face. Noah glances at me one last time, kisses my forehead gently, then winks at me, but before he goes, I have one last thing to tell him:
"Oh and... I love you too, Noah" I say for the first time ever and he freezes completely, still staring at me.
"Okay, just fuck everything" he says. Without thinking twice about it, he holds me vehemently, pushes me up against his locker and starts kissing me ardently. He presses and twirls his tongue against mine, gliding his hands up and down my back, holding me close, making me feel safe and warm, as I passionately run my fingers through his hair. Oh, how I’ve missed this... how I’ve missed the way Noah makes me feel.
He lifts me up into his arms, eating my lips out as if his life depended on it, while I cling onto him almost violently, crossing my legs around his waist and kissing him back impetuously. I bring his body as close to mine as possible, gripping his hair between my fingers once more and sucking on his lips. Our breaths are frantic, but this doesn’t stop either of us. Noah carries me all the way to his apartment, without separating his lips from mine, not even for a moment. He kicks the door open and enters, as his roommate shouts: "It was about time!". Noah doesn’t even acknowledge him and keeps heading straight to his room, shutting the door behind him with another kick and delicately dropping me off on his desk.
I stop kissing him for a moment to take his shirt off and he does the same with me. We look at each other, out of breath, as he lifts my skirt up above my hips and lowers his zipper. He moves my panties out of the way and in an instant, he's inside of me, hard and imposing. He starts groaning and panting heavily, sliding his fingers through my hair and holding my face still to look at me straight into the eyes, purposely moving slow inside and out of me. I need his touch desperately, I yearn to feel his body against mine, I crave being a whole with him, so we kiss again, slowly, following the rhythm of our bodies.
I gently move my lips on his neck and grab onto his chest, pushing my hips up to gain more of him.
says, still moving inside and out of me, his hard shaft pleasing me in a way that’s almost unbearable. I tilt my head backwards, as he holds and caresses my breasts, brushing his tongue against my neck and slowly moving all the way down to my nipple. I can’t stop moaning and whimpering, as I strive to quicken my pace. The desk loudly hits the wall, thrust after thrust. It's all so intense, so exciting, so real...
"Noah" I whisper, as he also starts moving faster.
"You are everything to me, Ellie, you’re my whole life and you're mine, just mine" he growls, before he focuses back on my neck.
"And you’re mine... I love you!”
"Say that again" he whispers hoarsely, as my body’s about to explode with pleasure.
"I love you, Noah!" I almost shout, continuing to move my hips decidedly, looking straight into his eyes.
"Fuck yeah" he moans, without slowing down, not even for a second. All of a sudden, he pulls out, leaving me empty and desirous… and that’s when he forcefully pushes it back in, allowing an overwhelming sensation to take over me entirely.
"Noah… please…”
He smiles, sliding his hand up the back of my head and holding it still, so that my eyes can meet his once again.
"I want you to look at me, love" he tells me and thrust after thrust we lose control, letting ourselves go to a powerful, extraordinary orgasm.
We’re both out of breath, Noah’s still nibbling my bottom lip, as I rest my body on top of his, exhausted.
"I’ve missed you so much" I say, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"So, have I, little one… so have I"
***
I walk back to my apartment with my head completely in the clouds. Why did I wait so long? I should have sorted things out with Noah so much earlier. It’s eleven A.M. already, meaning that I’ve just missed Literature class and that I’m going to have to ask Emily for her notes later.
I stop by my flat to pick up some annotations before I head to my next lesson, Art. As I go about unlocking the door, I realize that it’s opened already and my heartbeat quickens immediately, considering the events that took place a couple of weeks back. I slowly open up to take a peek inside, nothing seems to be out of place at first glance. I try to be rational, thinking that maybe Emily forgot to lock the door behind her because maybe she was running late, as usual. I enter my room and look through the desk drawer where I neatly keep my annotations... It’s weird, I’m quite a precise person, but something about these notes seems off, as if someone had moved them. I look around and notice more odd things, like how my underwear drawer isn’t closed, but what really takes my breath away is my window: completely, wide open. I hastily shut it, pick up all the material I need and run the hell away from there.
Maybe it would be better if I told the headmaster about all these strange things that have been happening lately but then again, what if this is all in my head? What if I’m just biased to think that something’s wrong, when in reality it isn't? After all mine are simple suspicions, I have no idea what has actually happened. Perhaps I’ve been so caught up in my bubble these past few weeks, that I simply forgot put my notes away as accurately and perhaps, it was a gust of wind that blew the window open… Even though the air outside is rather still today.
Completely still.
Noah
22
My coach just gave me a two hour lecture about how I need to be in time for practice, but I can’t bring myself to care about any of what he’s saying, especially if I think about the reason as to why I was late. I shoot the ball up and far, so that my team can proceed and attack. I rapidly think about the best strategy to use and immediately figure out how to score a Field Goal. Everyone can tell when things go well between Ellie and I, because I’m much more happy, relaxed and focused on game tactics. Besides who’s wouldn’t be, after such outstanding sex?
I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t stop thinking about her. My mind is invaded by the sound of Ellies moans, I keep seeing this image of her whimpering and panting with pleasure, all thanks to me. I keep thinking about her skirt pulled up above her hips, about how sexy she looked as I pushed it in and out her, slowly at first, but with vigor towards the end. Ellie is my reason to live, my vital lymph, she’s the oxygen to my air. She really means the world to me and if things don't function with her, I stop functioning too.
I try to stop thinking about my wonderful girlfriend, since I’m taking a shower in boys locker rooms and it would be just plain weird, if things 'down there’ suddenly decided to wake up. I start thinking about how I’m going to call my mom when I’m done here instead, so that I can ask her how things are going at home and then tell her that next week we’re going to be playing the most important match of the entire season. I’m so excited about it, I can’t wait for her to know.
I need to do my best to stay focused and I also need to find out when Ellie’s exhibition is going to take place. She still hasn’t showed me her painting, but that’s going to have to change soon because if she thinks that I’m not going to show up at her exposition, well, she’s wrong. I get out of the shower, roughly blow-dry my hair and quickly pu
t some clothes on, I really can't afford to be late to this next lesson too.
UCLA’s hosting a Memorial Day concert tonight, I need to reach Ellie’s flat before she gets dressed, so that we can pick out her outfit together. When she walks around campus half-naked it drives me crazy, people literally can’t keep their eyes off her, my teammates in particular.
The day passes slowly and maybe that’s because I can’t do anything other than look forward to seeing my girlfriend. I've spent these past few weeks fighting myself, trying not to go after her, whereas in the end I probably should have. After all, what did stay away from her for so long do, if not make us suffer both? And yet... I still felt like it had to be done: I love her with my whole being, I would never allow anybody to hurt her, so how could I possibly hurt her myself? Not to mention the fact that any girl on Earth could literally strip all of her clothes off and hop on top of me, but she still wouldn’t obtain a thing from me. I know that it sounds absurd, but when my girlfriend and I were still just friends, I used to need hours of foreplay before getting a hard-on. With her it’s the other way around, it’s enough for me to just look at her, caress her soft skin and I’m more than ready to go at it all night. It's always been this way, although I could never show it. Whenever she’d touch me, even if it was to hit or scold me, I’d get immediately aroused. Her and I were created to be together, forever and always.
I’m in class, trying my hardest to pay attention to what the teacher is saying. I follow the lesson carefully, to prepare myself for the upcoming exams. I’m sitting at the back of the room and as I look up at the blackboard, I notice Olivia staring at me. I glare at her for a couple of seconds, contemptibly, before getting back to my notes. She’s the reason why Ellie and I fought in the first place, if I could, I’d spit on her face and wipe that fake smile off of her.
***
It’s six P.M. already, when I’m knocking on Ellie's door. While I wait for the girls to open up, I notice Moreno standing a couple of feet away, he’s staring at the flat from afar. I wonder what the fuck he’s trying to achieve with that. Also, I find it quite odd how he’s always around whenever I’m here. As I think about plausible answers to my question, I get interrupted by my breathtaking girlfriend, opening up the door for me.
"Hey" I say. Her eyes light up and the corners of her mouth slide upwards, showing off a smile that warms my heart completely. I step closer to her and kiss her on the lips, delicately pushing her inside with me.
"How come you’re here already? It’s pretty early" She asks, picking up the pencil she’s just dropped.
"I wanted to stay with you. if you’re not done studying, I can just rest on your bed until you are" I say, holding her hand and pulling her inside the bedroom with me.
"I'm almost done, I just have to finish up this cardboard drawing"
I take a look around Ellie’s room and when my sight falls on her desk, I’m speechless: Ellie’s always been good at drawing, but she just keeps on getting better, day after day. I feel guilty, because I’ve allowed a lot of things to distract me from her lately, whereas she never has. She’s never missed even one important game or training session of mine.
I sigh, looking at the perfectly drawn face of the woman on the tiny, black cardboard. The shadowing Ellie’s done is spotless, there’s no rough lines and the various nuances are all very carefully faded out. It’s so realistic that it looks like a photograph.
"It's beautiful" I say and she turns red in the face, as red as a tomato, as if I had just told her something along the lines of ‘hey, what a great orgasm you gave me earlier on’! Her cute reaction makes me smile and I instinctively cup her face in my hand, running my thumb delicately up and down her cheek.
"Thank you" she replies, leaning her head into my hand. I observe her, as she closes her eyes to fully relish my touch and I can’t help but think about how bewitching she is. Wisps of hair fall overwhelmingly nice out of her ponytail, it’s unbelievable, she’s always so tremendously perfect. And my heart bursts with love for her. I draw her closer to me and press my lips against hers passionately, I can feel her warm, soft body adhering to mine and I desire nothing but to make her mine, but I restrain myself because I know that she’s got work to do and that comes before anything else.
"Finish up your cardboard baby, I’ll go lay down for a bit" I say, pointing at her bed.
I watch her spellbound, as she works skillfully and tirelessly on the portrait. Observing her is simply spectacular, she’s so focused, so devoted to what she’s doing.
I’ve memorized every little detail about her. I know each one of her features off by heart, I know the exact position of any single beauty mark she has and I know that a little bean shaped wrinkle forms between her eyebrows when she’s concentrated and despite this, every time I look at her, it’s as if it were the first time. Every time I look at her my heart skips several beats and I’m unable to see anything else besides her, as if my brain couldn’t focus on anything other than her wonderful figure. She sticks her tongue out, closely inspecting her work and I get a shiver down my spine, so I close my eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm myself down, before I get up and make her mine on the spot.
"Done!" She says, looking at her wonderful piece. I walk up to her desk, admiring the amazing things that her hands are able to give life to.
"It's fantastic Ellie. I can’t even imagine how stupefying the piece for the exhibition must be" I tell her in awe.
"That one is simply priceless to me"
"What is it?" I ask, placing a finger under her chin and tilting her head up, to make her look at me. Her eyes almost blind me: disarmingly bright blue, very deep and sincere, like very few others.
"You'll see" she says smiling and pressing her lips on mine, leaving me breathless as usual.
“I’m going to shower" she says, getting up.
I swallow the pool of saliva in my mouth, watching her sweet body, her sensual gestures. Everything about her is so naturally arousing, that I don't even care if I showered less than an hour ago.
"I’m coming with you" I say. She turns around, in stupor.
"But… we’ve never showered together" she says, blushing.
"It’s about time we start doing so, then!" I reply, winking at her.
Ellie
23
I watch Noah enchanted, as he slowly undresses before me. I look at his chest and inevitably, my sight lands on his well-sculpted abs and his abdominal lines, so perfectly defined. My heart starts beating uncontrollably, as I stare at his impressive erection and the more I look at it, the bigger it grows and swells. My mouth waters, at the thought of such a perfect guy being mine and mine only, both physically and spiritually.
I promptly take all of my clothes off and plucking up an amount of courage unknown to me, pull him inside the bathroom with me. I turn the shower on and as we’re waiting for the water to warm up, I draw him closer to me.
I have an uncontrollable desire to taste him, to feel his tongue against with mine. Noah grabs me by the hips, bringing me dangerously too close to his erection. He firmly caresses my thighs, moving his hands upwards and as he kisses my neck, he slowly slides a finger inside my wetness, thoroughly exploring every inch of it. The pleasure he’s making me feel is so overwhelming, that I cannot but let myself completely go to it.
Our tongues finally encounter, our hearts start beating out of our chests and it’s as if our bodies were almost melting together. I don’t know whether it’s because we’ve spent some time apart, that everything feels so much more intense and special, all I know is that my feelings for him in this moment are amplified beyond belief.
I grab onto his hair and draw him closer, as he keeps teasing me with his firm, yet delicate touch.
"Noah," I whisper, as he gently bites my nipple. I look at our naked bodies entwined and lose my mind completely: the view is so, extremely erotic. I take his hard cock in my hand and start stroking it up and down, as I kiss it softly. When he pulls his fingers ou
t of me, I stop, looking at him. Without saying a single word, he spreads his arms open, lifts me up into his arms and carries me inside the shower with him, the water’s reached a perfect temperature by now, or so it seems like to me, given that my body’s literally on fire. I sense the cold bathroom tiles press against my back as I push my hips towards Noah’s, I want to have him inside of me. I want to have him moan under my touch. When he finally penetrates me, I can’t do anything other than follow his thrusts with decision. I need him, I need him to fill me all the way up, I need him to satiate my cravings.
He holds me by the hip, using his free hand to keep my face clutched, as he bites my lower lip and plunges inside and out of me forcefully. Water keeps dripping upon our bodies, as I keep following eagerly each single one of this thrusts. Noah pulls out of me, spins me around and spreads my legs open. He waits a few seconds then slowly sinks back in, moving gently, while I keep my hips moving eager to feel his length. I have this mad desire to please him, to keep him aroused, so I take his hands and put them over my tits. He grunts in delight, leaving kisses all over my back.
"You're beautiful. It feels so fucking good to be inside you" he whispers hoarsely; our bodies entwined, united in a way that’s so, extremely intimate. We’re a whole and now more than ever, our hearts are beating in perfect harmony.
He moves in and out of me, gently now, as he continues to caress me, while I keep moaning and as my pleasure almost grows out of control, thump after thump, I can’t help but search for and take his hands into mine, holding them tightly.