by Chloe Walsh
I had been so exhausted by the time I made it home last night that I had gone straight to bed fully clothed, well still in the red dress. Sleep had found me quickly, but not before my bedroom door opened. He had sat on the edge of my bed, stroking my hair softly. I had stayed still, and feigned sleep. His lips had gently brushed my forehead, before he whispered, “Goodnight princess.”
I climbed out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and headed back to my room to grab my toiletry bag. I picked up my dressing gown from the back of my door and crossed the hall to the bathroom. I could barely see my hands in front of me with steam as I stripped off my dress and climbed into the tub. “Princess?” a familiar husky voice said from behind me.
I screamed, as a hand shot over my mouth, muffling my screams. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Sweet Jesus. “Kyle?” I squealed, moving his hand from my mouth, “You nearly gave me a heart attack. What the hell are you doing in here?” He laughed quietly, “Uh showering.” Oh, hell no, he did not steal my hot water. “No I’m showering. Get the hell out of here.” My voice was high pitched, probably because I was more turned on than angry. “No can do,” he chuckled, “I was here first, but I’m not selfish, I can share.” He was joking, or at least I thought he was. It was so much easier for him, he saw us only as friends, he wasn’t aware of my feelings or my raging hormones, focussed on him, always him.
“Kyle, Get. Out. Now” I growled, and he laughed, the jerk laughed at me. With my back to him, I tried to push him out with my butt. His arms came around me, his fingers splayed across my stomach, dangerously low. “Play nice baby.” Play nice? Baby? I was about to self-combust in here. “Close your eyes,” I snapped. “Yes ma’am.” Oh, he was going to play this game with me. Fine two could play at that. Covering my eyes with my hand, I drew up all my courage and turned in his arms to face him. “Pass the soap please?” I asked, holding out my other hand, palm up. If he was comfortable in his nudity then dammit I could be too, or at least pretend to be.
I heard him suck in a gasp. “Don’t you dare peek Kyle Carter,” I warned. He didn’t answer. No soap appeared either. I peeked through a gap in my fingers. Kyle’s eyes were glued to my body. I whimpered, covering my breasts with my hands. This was too much, my skin tingled, my breath quickened. Kyle backed up a step. He was directly under the hose now, and water was tricking down his face. He tilted his head to the side. I sucked in a sharp breath.
There was a hungered glint to his eyes as they raked over every inch of my body. The blue of his eyes barely visible, smothered by the blackness of his dilated pupils. His jaw strained. Heat pooled between my legs. I needed him to touch me… It was now or never. Every intimate moment we shared, every longing, every urge I felt for him boiled into this moment.
I dropped my hands to my sides, exposing myself to him. Kyle’s eyes darted to my face. He looked conflicted. I stood still waiting to see what he would do. His bit his bottom lip, his tongue snaking out to lick over it and stepped towards me.
Taking my hands, he wrapped them around his neck. I shivered, my heart thundered inside my chest. I stepped towards him and closed the space between our naked bodies. Our eyes locked. Kyle wrapped his arms around my back. He lowered his face, and I raised my lips to meet his. This was it, the moment I had been praying for since the last time he kissed me. There was tenderness in his kiss, I never thought him capable. His kiss held none of the raging intensity of our other kisses. It felt like he was savouring me.
Four months of intense desire for him surged through me. I flung myself into his arms, knotting my fingers in his hair. Our wet bodies collided, slipping and sliding against each other. His back hit the wall behind him. His hands dropped to my waist and I pressed my breasts against his stomach urging him on. I could feel his heartbeat thundering against my chest. His mouth opened in a gasp and I slipped my tongue inside. I felt his hardness against my belly, and my body shivered with desire. I felt his want, thrilled that he felt more for me than friendship. I wanted more than this tenderness. I wanted it all. He was trembling, but his hands stayed on my waist unmoving. I whimpered into his mouth, pressing against him harder, he didn’t move. Rejection coursed through and I tore my mouth away. He didn’t want me…
Panting for air I practically jumped out of the tub. I wrapped my dressing gown around myself and ran out of the bathroom. I heard him swear loudly from my bedroom door before I slipped inside.
KYLE
I left her leave. Shit. What the hell was wrong with me? I stood under the water, which now frigid, but I couldn’t move, I was still as hard as a rock. Lee handed herself to me on a soapy naked platter and I froze like some virgin teenager. “Fuck.” I smacked my fist on the tiles, “God dammit.”
I flicked off the water and climbed out. I wrapped a towel around my waist and tried to get the mental image of her naked body out of my mind, im-fucking-possible. The look of desire on her face, her eyes full of trust would be branded in my memories for the rest of life.
That face was the reason I kissed her, those eyes the reason I stopped. I didn’t deserve her trust, I couldn’t give her what she deserved, and Lee deserved a hell of a lot better than me. Knowing I didn’t deserve her didn’t stop my body wanting her though, and the images of her full breasts dripping with water, those perky rosebud nipples were haunting me. When I thought of lower down, her smooth stomach, her curved hips, the small triangle of curls…fuck. I needed a drink.
LEE
Derek was at the cooker stirring some concoction of his when I walked into the kitchen. He looked at me and stopped stirring, and narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?” I blushed scarlet. “What are you talking about?” I asked, as I fluttered around the room. I couldn’t stand still.
“Well, you’re all fidgety and you look as guilty as sin.” I stopped moving around, went, and sat in a chair. “Nothing I’m just bored,” I mumbled. He could read me too well. I wondered what Derek would say if I told him I’d tried to seduce Kyle in the shower ten minutes ago? Probably laugh his ass off because it was so stupid.
He studied me for a second before shaking his head, and going back to stirring. I sighed in relief. Cam barrelled into the room seconds later. “Hey guys,” she squealed happily. Derek’s eyes went straight to Cam, and his eyes softened, his mouth curling into a gooey intimate smile.
A stab of jealously spiked through me, I wanted a man to smile at me like that. No, I wanted Kyle to smile at me like that. “Why are you so happy?” I said, a little too grouchy. I felt bad immediately. It wasn’t Cam’s fault she had a man whose eyes lit up when he saw her and smiled at her like she was the only girl in the world. “Oh whose glass is half empty today?” she joked, ruffling my hair. “I just organised a bash for Saturday,” she said gleefully. I groaned.
“Another party Cam?” Kyle’s voice said from behind me. I tensed, and lowered my head, debating on the quickest exit. I couldn’t run out though, Cam and Derek would think I’d lost my mind. He strolled over to the sink and I tried to keep my eyes of his naked back, I really did. Why did he have to walk around half-naked? It was almost October, and it was cold, although the temperature in my body peaked at the sight of him. “Yes another party, old man,” Cam said in a sarcastic voice. The chair beside me scraped, and Kyle sat down. I didn’t have to look up to know it was him. My body was so aware of him; it sizzled when he was near. His scent engulfed my senses, fresh soap and maleness clouded my airways.
His hand touched my knee, and I jerked my face up. Kyle was looking at me with a questioning expression. “Are you okay?” he mouthed. I nodded. He squeezed my knee and I couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to go do something,” I muttered. I got up and walked out of the room.
KYLE
Fucking Cam. Seriously, could she not go through one week without turning the house into a goddamn nightclub? I chugged the last of the beer in my bottle and chucked it in the bin. I couldn’t do this shit tonight. I had plenty invitations for company tonight but
the only place I wanted to be was upstairs in Lee’s room with her.
She never came downstairs when Cam was throwing a party, and I was grateful for that. I didn’t want to get in a fight, and I would get in several if Lee were here. Dixon was notably absent tonight. Good, that fucker had stepped over the line. At least he had brains enough to realise it. Lee was off-limits. Her sexy lithe body, those hips…
I knew I wasn’t the only guy who checked her out. It drove me stir crazy watching the customers at the hotel leer over her. I didn’t think I could handle it happening in my house. I would definitely lose it. She was too perfect for any of these douchebags. I hadn’t seen Lee since she ran out of the kitchen the other morning. She was avoiding me again, and it hurt like a bitch.
It was by some miracle I escaped Rachel tonight. She had attached herself to some poor bastard earlier and the last I had seen of them was them staggering down to Derek’s room. I wandered through the house, not knowing where I was going until I was outside Lee’s bedroom door. I should turn around and leave, fuck off into my room and work out my frustrations with some lube but I didn’t. I knocked on her door instead. Maybe she was asleep. I hoped she was…The door opened inwards, and Lee stood before me in nothing but one of my t-shirts.
“Kyle? What’s up? Are you okay?” I groaned taking in the cute sleepy look on her face, her curls were tousled and flowing free down her back, the swell of her breasts in my shirt. Damn she wasn’t wearing a bra again. “Is that my shirt?” I asked, It was the only censored thing I could think of to say.
The truth would have been more along the lines of “Hey princess, I couldn’t think of anything but your sexy body all night and I’ve a raging hard on, which by the way I would love if you could help me out with.” God I was sick. “Oh, yeah I’m sorry.” She blushed, and bit on that pouty bottom lip, knotting her fingers in the hem of the shirt, pulling it down. Her nipples pushed against the material. I closed my eyes…Yep she was definitely braless under that. “My pyjamas are in the wash and I don’t have a spare pair. I didn’t think you would mind. I’ll take it off if you want?” Sweet Jesus she was killing me. “No keep it,” I croaked, it nearly killed me to tell her leave it on, it went against my nature. She stepped aside and gestured me inside. Hallelujah.
I followed her in and closed the door behind us, and locked it. “So what’s up? Why aren’t you partying?” She strolled over to the bed, and I could see cheek. Oh sweet fuck. She was commando. No bra, no panties… “Huh?” I asked as she settled back under the covers. “I asked why you weren’t downstairs enjoying the party.” Think Kyle think… “Uh, I got bored.” Stupid Kyle stupid. “Okay…” She looked confused. I didn’t blame her; I was confused myself. “And my room is, uh occupied.” Well that made me sound a little less creepy but it was a bullshit excuse. No one would dare use my room. But Lee seemed to be mollified. She smiled at me, her eyes full of knowing sympathy.
“Well you can stay here if you want. I was just about to watch a movie, if you want to join me?” Oh, fuck yeah. “What movie are you watching princess?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head and climbing out of my jeans. I guessed we were avoiding the whole shower incident speech, which was fine by me. I had enough regrets about that to last a lifetime.
Lee’s cheeks reddened when I stepped out of my jeans. Christ you’d swear she had never seen a man in his boxers before, which was crap because Derek and I always walked around half naked, hell even Cam walked around half naked. We were like a house of nudists. Lee cleared her throat, and flicked off the lamp on the locker beside her. “Uh Twilight,” she mumbled as she pulled the covers up to her chin. “It’s Cams. It was the only one I could find, but we can watch something else if you’d prefer?”
The only light in the room was coming from the television screen but I swear I could see her blush again. “No that’s cool. I can cope with a little vampire action, so long as you don’t go all team Edward on me.” I climbed in beside her, pulling the covers around my waist. Our legs brushed and she shivered. “Team Edward?” She looked confused. “You’re eighteen right? Girls your age usually go bat shit crazy for the vampire in this movie.” She pressed play on the remote. “Oh. I’ve never seen it before,” she replied, nestling down on her pillow. “Really? Every teenage girl has seen this film.” She shrugged, “I guess it’s like you said, I’m not like other girls.”
The intro started and I settled down beside her, I leaned over and kissed the top of her head, “No princess, you’re definitely not.”
KYLE
My eyes were wide open. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I looked down at Lee nestled into my chest. I glanced over at the clock on her locker, 03.30 it read out in blood read digits. I didn’t realise Lee had nightmares; she had never said anything… But judging from the way her body had shook, and the gut wrenching cries that had come from her throat, they were violent ones. She shuffled closer to me. She was close, too fucking close but the closer she was to me the more her body relaxed. Her shirt had ridden up her body during the night, and her naked ass was now pressing against my junk. I was a saint because I doubted there was another guy on the planet who could just lay with this girl and not touch her…
Well that’s not technically true. I was touching her, just not in all the ways I wanted to. I had wrapped my arms around her when I woke, and held her tightly. That had helped. I was still holding her just as tightly. I must have kissed her hair a hundred times when she was crying. Jesus she had scared the shit out of me. What had she dreamed about that would terrify her like that? I had never heard any sound so gut wrenching.
However, the distressed cries coming from her earlier now changed to soft moans. She was dreaming something else entirely now. Her head nestled in the crook of my arm as she grinded her ass against me. In her sleep. Fuck my life. This was heaven. This was in fucking purgatory. I could think of nothing apart from how easy it would be to slip inside her right now. God dammit, I should had taken off my boxers last night. They were wet now, from her and from me.
She moaned, mumbling something incoherent and I couldn’t resist anymore, I lowered my head and sucked on her neck. “Hmm Kyle...” I pulled back and froze. Was she awake? I didn’t think so. She was dreaming of me...my male pride soared. I stared at her face, her eyes were closed but she licked her lips. I watched her like a dirty pervert as she slipped her hand between her legs. Fuck this was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Her mouth fell open while she touched herself. I was jealous of her hand.
I didn’t think about what I was doing until I covered my hand over hers, feeling the way she touched herself. She was rubbing her clit. Her hand was soaking. She was soaking. I grinded against her and felt her fingers quicken. I lost all resolve and brushed her hand aside. I wanted this, she was dreaming of me so she was going to come for me. She groaned loudly, and spread her legs wide. I grunted when I felt how slick she was. I rolled her clit between my fingers, and I felt her jerk. Her breathing changed. She was awake. Too late, I couldn’t stop. I dipped a finger inside her. She was so fucking tight. Her tight little pussy squeezed my finger as I slid it in and out slowly. “Ahh” she moaned. Yep she was definitely awake.
“I’m not stopping baby,” I told her, slipping a second finger in. I twisted my fingers inside her pussy to find that spot all girls seemed to love. “I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered. I moved my fingers faster quickening the pace. Her moans became louder, until she was screaming and bucking against my hand. I pulled my hand out of her and pushed her down on her back.
“Kyle,” she cried, her face flushed with a cocktail of embarrassment and desire. “What are you doing?” I pulled her hips to my face and grinned. “Shh baby I got you.” Dipping my head, I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked hard. “Oh god...” She wriggled and tried to squirm away. I pressed my hand down on her lower stomach, holding her still, “Stop moving baby, let me give this to you.” I wrapped my other hand around her thigh and sank my tongue inside her, using my thumb t
o tease her nub. She tasted fucking perfect on my tongue. Lee relaxed and spread her legs wider for me to take her. I took it all, every drop of her sweet juices, lapping them up with my tongue. “Kyle, I feel... Something’s happening to me…” I smiled against her pussy. Yeah something was happening all right; she was coming all over my tongue.
LEE
After spending most of the day in my room wallowing in self-pity, my stomach growled. God my cheeks were still burning from the shower incident let alone the whole Kyle giving me my first orgasm before doing a runner. I was such a fool. Kyle couldn’t have made it clearer that he wanted to be friends, but no, I had to go and throw myself at him…literally. “Uh.” I was still cringing in shame, chewing my fist.
Music was pumping from the stereo downstairs; we had company. I trudged downstairs and smoke filled air immediately filled my lungs. Uh I hated cigarette smoke; it reminded me of my father. People were scattered around the hall and I could see from the open door that the kitchen was jammed with people. I would have gone straight back upstairs normally, but I was so hungry I decided food was more important than nurturing my anxiety. A familiar redhead approached me from the kitchen direction, barely decent in denim short-shorts and a cut off blue tank top, revealing her tiny waist. My god, did she not feel the cold? “Cute jim-jams” Rachel said. I knew she was being sarcastic and I silently cursed myself for coming downstairs in and old ratty football shirt and shorts. “Or are you trying out for a sports team?” Girls like her made my skin crawl. I could never understand their need for bitchiness and continuous drama. I had suffered for years at the hands of girls just like Rachel at my highschool back home. Like the others, I had done nothing to the girl who obviously disliked me. I made no reply and turned my back on her. “Oh right, I forgot Kyle said you were a little slow,” she said loudly.