Story is all over the place,
this is a draft from a couple years ago I edited. I hope you guys enjoy!
You lay in your bed with tears running down your face you had been holding them in since the moment you found out your boyfriend cheated on you. You didn't want to be sad over such a stupid thing, you sat up and wiped your face before going to sit at your desk.
Sitting at your desk, writing in your journal, and listening to music when the tapping at your window begins. Thinking it’s the branches of the oak tree outside your window, you ignores it. You curl your shoulders over and rests a palm on your cheek, scribbling down words and thoughts and trying to make sense of all of them. Then the tree branch is tapping again, taking you out of your thoughts and you groan. Getting up to turn up your volume , you don’t take notice of the man sitting outside your window, tapping on the glass. Though, when you look up after twisting the knob, you scream and grabs your chest. His laugh carries over the music and you frown angrily. Stomping over to the window she unlatches it and lifts it. “What the fuck,You scared me!”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologizes and you crosses your arms in front of your chest. The cold, night breeze comes in through the open window and makes the hairs on her arm stand up.
“Will you let me in? I’ve been knocking for ages and I’m freezing.”
You step back to let him scramble into your bedroom and closes the window once he’s inside. “What are you even doing here?”
“Well, we haven't hung in a while and I noticed the absence of cars in the driveway.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her, a shit-eating grin across his face. “Alone tonight, hmm?” He takes her by the waist and pulls her into him. His grey jacket is cold from the wind and the tip of his nose is bitten and red.
“I just saw you the other day” You exclaim, fighting off his wandering hands. Trailing to the sensitive parts of her waist where he knew you was ticklish. “My parents are gone for the night. They’re going to this reunion thing, I don’t know, I forgot.”
He reaches up his hand and plays with the satin ribbon at the neckline of her nightgown. His eyes are hazy and he smells faintly of weed and cologne. His fingers are like ice against her warm skin and she watches with glossy eyes as he licks his bottom lip. It makes her heart race and butterflies swirl in her belly. The truth is, you and him had an on-and-off thing going on because the both of you had gotten high and wanted to get rid of your sexual tension. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve kept you company.” He flips the little bow over in his ringed fingers and meets your eyes. “Good thing I’m here now, right?”
He slinks off into your room, looking at the framed photos on her walls and dresses. He picks up your jewelry and hair barrettes. Then he sniffs the delicate bottles of perfume at your vanity, trying to find the one that smells like you. You watch as his eyes settle on the journal sitting there. A pen still holds the page where you were writing. You run for it before he can but he’s faster and stretches his arm far above your head which you can’t reach. He looks down at you smugly while you rise on your tiptoes and scrambles to get it back from him.
“ Stop it! Give it back!” You whine and he laughs.
“What are you hiding in here, girl? Your secret? dirty thoughts?” He taunts and your face heats up. His other hand comes up to pinch at your cheeks and the rings sting against your hot skin. “Aww, you’re flustered! That’s so cute.” “Stop it!” You huff, jumping for the journal but he just moves it away again.
“Beg for it,” he says and you stop jumping. “If you want it so bad then beg for it.”
“You’re such a bully.” You pout and he smirks again, cracking open one of the random pages and beginning to read it.
“I finally finished my school work, it took me four hours to get it to a place where I was happy- awe, you finished your essay?” He croons and you yelp, jumping for the journal again.
“I don’t hear you begging.” His thumb holds the page in place and he’s about to turn his head up to read more when you groan, caving into him.
With her bottom lip jutting out, she softens her eyes and tugs on the bottom of his shirt. “can you pleaseeeeee give me my journal back.”
“Mmm, tell me how much you need it.”
Your shoulders fall and you feel yourself shrink in front of him from all the teasing. “I need it, please? Please give it back to me.” He lowers his arm and pops you on your head with it before returning it to you. You tugs it into your chest and glares at him.
“I think you like being bullied. You always cave so easily.” He kisses you on the cheek before flopping down on her bed, picking up your stuffed kitty, and resting it on his chest. “Now come over here and cuddle me Ms.Kitty”
After shoving your journal into a drawer you make your way over to your bed slowly, drinking at the sight of him against her pastel bedding. He’s wearing a Show No Mercy t-shirt that’s faded from many washing. His denim jeans are low around his hips, held to them with a black belt. His buckle glitters in the yellow light of her bedroom and settles against the soft skin of his tummy. It makes her feel warm.
“Seeing something you like?” He asks, petting down the cotton on her stuffed kitty. You roll her eyes and move to climb over his long legs but he grabs you by the hips and pulls you down on top of him. “There, you sit here right where we can see you.” He’s referring to himself and her stuffie which makes you roll your eyes again. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“I know.” He mutters and his hands wander over her nighty again and play with the lace hem. “This is cute, you should wear it more often.” You can feel the coolness of his fingers through the flimsy fabric. One holds your waist and steadies you against him. Your legs are bare underneath the dress so the backs of your thighs are touching his jeans, the friction against them making your legs hot. You wiggled around trying to get comfortable and he watched, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “What are you doing there?”
You stop and rise on your knees about to move off his hips. “Sorry it’s just-“ He squeezes you around your hips, keeping you sat on him, and raises an eyebrow to encourage you to finish. You feel the tips of your ears heating up, unsure how to explain to him that the reason you’re so wiggly is that the friction his jeans are putting on you is just too good. “Your jeans are rubbing me.”
A devious smile turns up at the corner of his lips. “They are?” You swat at his shoulder “Well, what do you want to do about that, princess?”
Your eyes flick to his swollen lips and you lean forward slowly, searching for hesitation in his eyes before pushing your lips against his. This is not the first time you’ve kissed. He likes fooling around with you, sitting you on his lap, and kissing you until your lips are swollen. You enjoy it too. It’s a feeling you chase when you touch yourself at night, thinking of both of your friend's lips wandering all over your body. A part of you feels pathetic for it, daydreaming about your best friends kissing you again even though they’ve both agreed that it will stop this year because of their schedules. Except, recently, you’ve been doing things with other guys they were doing more than just kissing. He was your first kiss. You’d barely even experienced anything before him.
He slips his tongue into your mouth.You mewl on top of him and curls your hands up in his shirt. Something is hardening beneath you and you feel yourself growing wet. Then you realize what it is. He’s hard. You made him hard. When he pulls away there’s a line of spit connecting their mouths and it snaps back against your chin. He thumbs the spit away and licks it off his thumb.
“You’re going to kill me, baby.” He groans, throwing his head back on your headboard. His hands fall to your legs and he blinks heavily at you while his fingers squeeze at your thighs. “Can I touch you?” Your heart is hammering in your ears. Thoughts swirl around in her head and he gets her attention by pinching your thigh. “Baby?”
“Hmm?” You say distracted and the pad of his thumb sweetly runs over the spot he pinched.
“I asked if I could touch you. Like under your dress?”
Your voice gets caught up in your throat and plays with his t-shirt. “Nobody’s ever-“ She lets out a strained breath.
“Can’t stop thinking about you.” You turn your head up to look at him, finding his glossy eyes staring back at you. You giggle and the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We’ll take everything at your pace. I can be happy just kissing you or looking at you, whatever you decide, m’lady.”
You push yourself up off his chest, sitting back against his hips. “I still want to do stuff with you.”
His eyes brighten up and he cups your cheeks, stroking them adoringly. “Of course that’s okay. That-“ He takes a breath to steady himself. “That would be great.”
You smile shyly and look down at where your body meets his. He’s grown even harder now and it’s pressing against your panties. You can feel yourself growing warmer down there and an ache is starting to throb. “Is that from me?” You peep and his eyes follow yours.
“Yeah, yeah it is. I can go take care of that-“
“No!” You blurts, cheeks growing warmer when you hear it come out of your mouth. “You don’t have to.”
“Yeah?” He murmurs, slipping his hands up your dress to draw circles at your hips. He bucks himself up slightly into you and she whines. “You feel really good too, baby. You’re so warm.” Then they’re both gasping as you slide yourself against him, the friction riding against where you ache. “God.” He groans, hands squeezing on your hips.
“Can you-“ you stutter, trying to catch your breath. “Can we take your jeans off? I wanna feel you.” He almost cums right there, caught up in how sweetly you ask, fingers curling up at his belt.
“Please,” he begins, unlatching the belt and wiggling his jeans down his thighs. His cock throbs in his boxers and when you lower yourself back down he can feel how wet you are already. “Jesus, sweetheart. You’re so wet, aren’t you?”
You nod pitifully and whine, holding onto his shoulders as you rock yourself against him, spreading your mess around your panties. “Feels so good…..”
“Mmm, I bet it does. You’ve done this before, huh?” You nod, picking up the bottom of your dress so it doesn’t get caught up between them. His eyes fall to where you're grinding on his cock and sucks his lip into his mouth. “Fuck, baby. Can see how wet you are through these little panties.” He thumbs at the waistband of her panties, eyes glittering at the pink bow that sits in the middle. It makes him want to devour her. “Making a wet spot and everything, sweet girl. Getting so ready for me, so ready for me.”
You whine again, grinding down even harder at the name and he smiles triumphantly. “Awe, did you like that?” You hum in agreement and feel his cock twitch beneath you. “I’m yours now, huh?” Your stomach bubbles pleasantly and the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeps in. One of his hands reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear, stroking at the soft skin of your cheek. He calls you pretty names and holds you gently. You feel so good, feel good all over, everything is tingling and you can only think of him.
Your orgasm washes over you pleasantly and rivets down your body where you pulses in your cunt. You let out a long moan and he smiles once he realizes what’s happening to you. “Aww, that’s it, baby. What a good girl coming just for me.” You’re still rocking yourself against him as you come down and he’s still petting at you, lips so kissable it's making you ache. “You’re so cute when you cum, makes me want to give it to you forever.”
When you come down from your high she falls against his chest, sweaty and breathing raggedly as you press kisses into his jaw. “Jesus.” He curses and rolls them over so you’re laying against your pillows looking at him with dazed, fucked-out eyes and he’s barely touched you yet. “You’re so pretty.” He runs a hand down your cheek and presses soft kisses to your lips and cheeks and all around your mouth. “Will you let me clean you up with my mouth?” He asks and you nod, practically begging him. “Maybe if you’re good and give me another orgasm I’ll show you my cock, how does that sound?” You shiver and your fingers dig into his biceps, feeling the strong muscle there. It sounds like the greatest idea you’ve ever heard.
