Walking back into my bedroom freshly showered, I grab my new underwear and put them on. I'm now in a negative for time because I had to shave everything, including places I don't normally shave. Tuesday night when Presley and I left Ryland's house, she insisted that we have a little talk. If I've never thought before that having a friend know everything about you was awkward, I do now.
In this little girl talk 101, she informed me that girls just don't have hair down there anymore. I have always groomed but never totally rid the area, in mild terms. According to her, if I am going to go through with this, then I need to be up to speed with everyone else. I have never done it because, for obvious reasons, have never had a reason to I guess.
I exhale, trying to rid the nerves that have decided to go haywire in my stomach. I look out over the bed at everything I have bought today. I finally decide on a pair of bright palazzo pants in a paisley pattern. The top I bought with it is an aqua boat neck solid cotton shirt with three quarter length sleeves. I move it to the side and grab up the remaining clothes in handfuls and toss them into my closet. I normally would put them up in an appropriate place but it will have to wait.
Shutting the closet door, I walk back over to the bed. I have to put on the garter belt and stockings before I can put on my clothes. Staring down at the device in front of me, I'm a little intimidated. The store associate gave me instructions on how to put them on, but because you never try on panties or stockings, I don't have hands on experience. Placing the garter belt around my waist, I fasten the clasp.
Removing the stockings from the pack, I sit on the bed holding them out in front of me. They are a black sheer in color and look really complicated. Mom has tried to get me to wear stockings to church but I'm usually bare or covered with leggings. I pull one foot onto the bed and pull the stocking over my foot. I manage to maneuver it up my leg close to the clasp from the garter belt. Standing up, I begin trying to figure out this whole mechanism. After a few tries I get the front done but now I have to get the back hooked. People sure do put forth a lot of effort just to have it taken off. It takes longer to get the back one connected, but I manage. The second leg doesn't take quite as long as the first. I look myself over in the full length mirror that hangs on my closet door. Turning around and seeing the finished product has me kind of excited.
I pull on my clothes and a pair of flats to cover up my stockings for later. After drying my hair, I decided to straighten it instead of wearing it in my usual curls. As I'm putting on my gloss which is the last of my makeup, the doorbell rings. Shoot! I was hoping to have a head start on dinner but I guess I can cook while we talk. I pop a piece of gum in my mouth and start for the door.
When I get to the front door, I open it to Breyson looking sexier than ever. He is wearing a pair of faded denim jeans, hanging low on his hips and a pair of brown leather shoes as well as a fitted dark pink Lacoste polo that looks amazing against his tanned arms. His hair is slightly gelled in the front and he's holding a bouquet of pink Gerber daisies. I automatically smile at the gesture because he remembered they are my favorite from our conversation last night. He holds them out for me to grab. "You remembered," I say.
"Of course I remembered," he replies. "I remember everything you say. I thought it might brighten your day." I go to grab the flowers and he pulls me in for a hug, sending my face directly into his broad chest. He smells so good. I'm not sure what scent he wears but if I ever find a bottle I'm buying it, though I'll never admit that to anyone. "What's this for?" I turn my head to the side, resting my cheek against the center of his chest.
"Me," he says. One little word and I'm already shaking. This boy is dangerous to me; like kryptonite. I love the feel of being wrapped in his strong arms. He walks me backwards, inside the house but never releases me. Once inside the door, he pushes it shut with the bottom of his foot. "I've missed you beautiful girl. You're hell on my ego." His voice makes me close my eyes. The sound is hypnotic.
He grabs my chin and turns it up to face him. I know what's coming next. Will I ever be ready for the havoc it reaps on my body? Probably not. Do I still want it? Heck yes! My heart starts palpitating in my chest more rapidly, the closer he gets to my lips. As his lips touch mine, my blood starts racing throughout my body. I can hear my pulse in my ears and I feel like I'm frozen in time. His tongue lightly brushes mine, playing and teasing. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and his teeth graze the skin. My stomach starts clenching and a need I've never had, until him, begins forming down below, making me want to be touched in response.
I wrap my arms around his waist and continue to kiss him. I could kiss him for hours. I get lost in an array of emotions that I can't stop. I hate what he's doing to me but I love it all the same. He runs his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head with one hand and trails the other down to my waist. At this rate we won't make it to dinner or to my room for that matter. Reluctantly, I break the kiss. "It's good to see you too." I smile. Grabbing his hand, I tow him towards the kitchen. "Come on, I have plans for you."
As we make it into the kitchen, I stop next to the refrigerator opening the door. "Can you cook?" He raises a brow as if he's really not sure.
I pretend to be offended. I may be well taken care of and my parents may have money but they are still practical people. Mom has a house keeper that comes once or twice a week and that is as dependent on someone else as she gets. My parents are very family oriented people and cooking and eating together is a big deal in our house. We always eat at the table with the exception of Super Bowl Sunday. Football is a big sport in this family and my parents always have a big party for Super Bowl.
"Are you scared I might poison you?" Reaching into the refrigerator I pull out the wrapped Salmon and set it on the island behind me. From the corner of my eye, I can see him watching me but purposely I don't acknowledge him. I carry on as If he isn't standing beside me. Opening the freezer I remove the green beans and place them beside the Salmon.
"I didn't mean anything by it. I've just never known anyone my age that could cook. I guess you're a little more down to earth than I realized. I kind of took you for a high maintenance kind of girl." It's really cute that he thinks I'm upset. I think I may let him sweat a little more. It may be slightly mean but it's amusing. A little fun never hurt anyone.
I make my way around the island to get out the dishes I need. "Can you start a grill?" I look into the cabinet as I speak because if I look at him I am going to break. I grab a glass baking dish and a pot. As I stand up, I fill the pot with water and set it down on the cook top. I grab the Salmon and begin opening the wrapper.
"Of course I can start a grill. I have been man handling the grill since I was tall enough to reach it."
"Good. If you walk outside the patio door, you'll see the grill on the left. I should be done seasoning this by the time you get back." Turning around, I begin searching through the spice rack for the seasonings I'm looking for.
As I'm standing against the countertop, a hand takes residence on top of the counter to each side of me. His body becomes flush with my backside. My heart rate begins to quicken and my breathing becomes uneven. He brushes my hair over my right shoulder. I can feel his warm breath tickle the back of my neck. On reflex my eyes close. He makes me weak and I need to be strong. He kisses the top of my bare left shoulder and trails kisses up the side of my neck. He stops just below my ear. "Are you mad at me?" His voice is low and seductive. How am I supposed to compete with this? He is playing in the major leagues and I'm still on a high school team. It's unfair how good he is at this. He lightly licks the outline of my ear with the tip of his tongue. Oh my heavens that feels...euphoric.
I turn around trying to get some distance before I come unglued. Wrong move. He has a huge grin on his face, which is maybe an inch from mine. "Why would I be mad?" My voice breaks as it comes out, barely above a whisper. Great Kinzleigh, you're doing a great job of being convincing.
He runs the tip of his index finger along my jaw line. "You'r
e going to be the death of me Kinzleigh Baker." He continues his exploration down my neck and body stopping at the small of my back. Resting his forehead against mine, he looks me in the eyes. It doesn't take a genius to know what he is doing. He is asking my permission to continue downward with his hands. In response, I place my hands over his, gliding them downward until they are perfectly covering my bottom.
His breathing becomes ragged and he closes his eyes as he squeezes his hands. He closes in for a kiss. It's much different this time. He is needy with his movements, twirling his tongue with mine. It's bittersweet. He picks me up, rubbing me against his front on the way, before setting me on top of the counter.
I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair. This is my last night to see Breyson Abercrombie and I'm going to cherish it. I return his kiss at full force, giving him everything I have. I kiss him for everything that tonight is. It's an end to something beautiful; something I will remember every day for the rest of my life. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer. He is a good bit taller than me. With me sitting on the counter, he is at eye level with me. He pulls me to the edge of the countertop pressing me against him, allowing me to feel the effect of our little tryst in the kitchen. "I can't control myself around you. We are never going to make it through dinner. Why don't we just do something quick and go watch a movie?"
I will not let him get out of it that easily. I have been planning this all day. "No way. Get your butt outside and man the grill," I tease authoritatively, pushing on his chest for emphasis and release him from my hold.
He backs away holding his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll be right back." He adjusts himself and turns as he walks toward the patio, stepping outside. I hurry back to the food, now sitting idle on the counter, to begin seasoning and preparing it for the grill.
The rest of dinner passes by uneventful. Mostly just small talk and glances between the two of us. Standing from the table, I walk to the sink, placing my plate inside. Breyson follows close behind me doing the same.
I turn to face him as he grabs me by the waist. From behind, he grabs me by the inside of my legs, lifting me. I wrap my legs around him, interlocking my feet behind his waist and grab a hold of him by the shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"I can't take anymore. I want to cuddle with you until I have to leave." He begins walking to the living room, carrying me. "Where to?" He stops in the living area where he met my parents a few short days ago. If only there was a button to make time stand still in those frames of life worth repeating. If someone asked me what moment in time I would I want to hold onto; I'd say this week.
"My room. We have to go up the stairs, though, so you can put me down." He looks at me, eye to eye, as if he would rather die than put me down.
He moves towards the stairs, but never looks away. I'm not sure how he can even see where he is going but he begins to climb the stairs one step at a time. Something about that look leaves me wanting more. If I had a heart to give away, it would be for him; however, I locked it up and threw away the key long ago.
When he stops at the top of the stair case, I know he is waiting for further instructions. "It's the room at the end of the hall."
Nerves are starting to take their toll as it's getting closer to the time I've spent all day preparing for. He opens my door and stops in the doorway. For the first time since he picked me up, he breaks eye contact, to look around the room. He smiles and looks back at me. "This room is fitting for you," he says.
Walking me inside, he lays me down carefully on the bed. He is so gentle with me; like he could break me if too rough. "It smells really good in here. I feel like I could go to sleep." I smile because sleeping is not on the agenda for tonight. I have the rest of my life to sleep. I don't have the rest of my life to spend in his arms.
I scoot backwards on the bed seductively. He watches me in amusement before he gets on the bed himself, knees first. "We won't be sleeping anytime soon." I say.
He crawls on his hands and knees until he is straddling me at the head of the bed. "What did you have in mind?"
"A little of this and a little of that." I tease, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him towards me. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see." I kiss his lips, hungry for his taste. I don't know what has gotten into me. I have gone from never kissing a boy to craving it, or him, in a matter of days.
I'm not sure how long we have been laying here kissing but a low growl radiates from his throat as he rubs himself against me, picking up pace. I can feel his need pressing between my legs as he lowers himself closer to me. I had a movie planned, but it can wait. I don't care about the movie anymore. I just want to feel him in every way possible. I am ready to move forward; more so than I'll ever be.
I sit up, pushing him back slightly so he is holding his weight on his knees, resting on his heels. He rubs his hands over his face. I can tell he thinks he's gone too far. "I'm sorry. I'm really trying not to maul you like a bear. You're too damn sexy. I can't help myself," he says in frustration.
I press my index finger over his lips to stop him from talking. I raise my arms above my head to get my point across. His eyes widen in response as he bites his lower lip. "Kinzleigh, you don't have to feel pressured to do anything. I'm okay with just kissing or doing nothing at all," he says.
"Would you shut up already? You can leave the good boy act behind for a while. I need the sexy Breyson to come out and play. Are you going to undress me or continue talking?" That was all it took and he moans. Oh that voice does things to me that should be illegal. I still am not used to all these emotions and feelings roaming free throughout my mind and body. It leaves me feeling frustrated each time we stop kissing.
He grabs the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulls it upward and over my head. It's dark outside and the only lighting is the soft flicker of the candlelight around the room and the dim glow from my string lights above my bed. It accentuates him, making him sexier than in the full light, if that's even possible. Tossing my shirt onto the floor beside my bed, he leans in and kisses me. His taste is like an aphrodisiac and I deepen the kiss.
I run my hands along the band of his jeans unsure of what to do next. Do I tell him what I want or just unbutton his jeans? He has the slightest trail of hair running from his navel and disappears under his jeans, tickling the back of my hand. His body is so hard and defined against the knuckles of my fingers. I lightly caress my fingertips around to his back, and up the seam of his spine, underneath his shirt but dragging it with me. I can feel goosebumps form beneath my touch. Once I reach underneath his arms, he breaks free from my lips and grabs it by the back collar, pulling it over his head and throwing it aside. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I know it's not the most masculine way to describe a man but other words seem to fail me.
He looks down at my bra covered breasts. "Damn," he says bending down and kissing my cleavage. He runs his tongue over my perky breast and down the crevice between the two, leaving a thin film of saliva in its wake. Thank you Heather at Victoria's secret! He presses kisses in a line down my center stopping at the band of my pants. Grabbing my ankle in his hand, he pulls off my shoe, dropping it and does the same with the other foot.
Sliding his fingers beneath the waist band of my pants, he begins inching them down slowly. I lift my butt slightly so he can work them over my hips and down my legs. His breath hitches when he notices the rest of my hidden underwear. He sits back on his heels and raises my legs removing the remainder of my pants. Disposing of my pants, he releases my legs to the bed. His eyes travel up my body and stop once our eyes meet. "You're absolutely stunning and I haven't even gotten you naked yet."
He backs up to the foot of the bed and stands before me. He really makes them jeans look good. I cross my legs from the increased pressure and sensitivity that is taking place. I prop up on my elbows taking him in. When he notices what I'm doing, he smirks and begins unbuttoning his pants revealing the top band of h
is boxers. He removes his shoes and slides his pants down with his thumbs and steps out of them.
After removing his socks, he bends over towards the floor. My brows come together. "What are you doing?" He stands up holding out a condom. Now I feel stupid because that never crossed my mind. I just nod.
He instantly comes across the bed at record speed. Grabbing my waist he pulls me down so that I'm laying flat. "Hey, stop it. I know that look and there is no reason for you to feel embarrassed. I love your innocence. Stop thinking it's a bad thing. Okay?"
"Are you always this perceptive? I'm not sure if I like being read like a book."
He shakes his head. "Only with you." He leans down and presses his lips to mine. In one swift move he turns pulling me on top, straddling him. The feel of his body beneath mine only turns me on more. He makes me feel small and the way he looks at me sends an electrical sensation through my body that reminds me of the way a battery feels against your tongue.
Reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra and slides it off without ever breaking the kiss. He sits up, holding me in his lap. The closer we get, the more nervous I become. I don't really know what to expect. He places his palm against my cheek, rubbing his thumb lightly across my bottom lip. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to back out. You know I'll be gone tomorrow and we'll never see each other again."
I don't even have to think it over. I nod my head looking him in the eyes so he can tell it's the truth. "I am aware of the facts. I want you and I want to give to you the only thing I have to offer. I don't need to worry about tomorrow because all I need is tonight. You don't need to worry about me clinging to you; it's why I don't want to exchange numbers. I need nothing from you and you need nothing from me but right now. We're alike, you know? I will never let someone break me. The way I ensure that will never happen is to never give my heart to anyone else. I will not set myself up for failure. Nothing will stand in the way of my dreams. To answer your question in simpler terms, yes this is what I want. I have thought about it all week."
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