Enigma
Strider
Strider’s P.O.V
I quickly logged off and turned to face Stacey.
“Mmm, hey gorgeous,” she smiled at me and ran her tongue across her lips.
I stared at her, silent, as I wondered what to do. Half of me was furious for interrupting my conversation, the other half, well, just wanted to look at Stacey. That half of me couldn’t believe that I had this beautiful girl standing infront of me and I wanted to push her away. I shook my head and placed my hands on her hips. Stacey smiled wider and sat on my lap.
“So, I noticed that your parents aren’t here today,” she whispered in my ear, her hair tickling my face.
“Uh, yeah,” I cleared my throat and struggled to concentrate. “They’ve gone away for a couple of days. Some work thing.”
Stacey laughed, that high girlish giggle that she and her friends all have. I grimaced and shivered. She laughed again, thinking that it was for some other reason. “Why didn’t you tell me?” her breath tickled my skin, “If I had know I would have come over earlier so that we would have more time for some fun.” She stressed the last word slightly and I immediately knew what she was talking about.
I knew that nearly everyone in my year at school had had sex by now. Well everyone that ‘mattered’ at any rate. Until I had started dating Stacey I had been included in the ‘other’ group. In a way I still wanted to be part of that group. Sure, I wanted to know what it felt like and what all the fuss was about, but I almost felt as if Stacey were pressuring me to sleep with her.
I caught my breath as Stacey kissed down my neck and lifted my shirt over my head. I don’t even know why I feel so insecure about it all.
“Come on,” she breathed, moving back up to my face. “Let’s go to your room.” She pulled me up from the seat and I followed her to my bedroom.
When I woke the next morning, Stacey’s blonde head rested on my chest. I had my bare arms wrapped around her slim frame. I could smell the perfume that she always wore still in her hair. She mumbled slightly and pressed herself against me.
I shifted slightly as I remembered last night. The way she whispered to me, held me and kissed me. And how when it was over, all I could think about was Annette.
Surely I should’ve been thinking about Stacey, watching her fall to sleep in my arms. But no, I was thinking about the girl I had met through the internet.
Even now I was thinking about her.
“Morning,” Stacey mumbled. I looked down at her and saw her big blue eyes staring up at my blearily. She is so beautiful.
“Morning to you too,” I whispered and kissed her nose.
Stacey smiled at me and shifted so that she was leaning on her elbows, staring down at me. She watched me for a moment before leaning down and kissing me. “I had fun last night,” she winked at me as she pulled away. God, does it ever stop?
“Mmhmm, me too,” I stroked her neck gently.
“You’re welcome,” Stacey laughed. She rolled over so that she was lying on her back and pulled me over so that I was on top. She raised her eyebrows expectantly as she bit her lip playfully.
Annette. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t think of her at a time like this. Annette. Annette, Annette, Annette.
I pushed myself away from Stacey. “Care for some breakfast?” I asked, sliding out of the bed.
“What?” Stacey pushed herself up and stared at me incredulously.
“I offered you breakfast,” I replied, pulling clothes on. Annette. I turned to look at Stacey. Her eyes were open wide and I turned away again.
“Sure,” she said finally her voice slightly flat. I walked out of the room. Annette. I shook my head again as I walked to the kitchen. Annette.
I quickly logged off and turned to face Stacey.
“Mmm, hey gorgeous,” she smiled at me and ran her tongue across her lips.
I stared at her, silent, as I wondered what to do. Half of me was furious for interrupting my conversation, the other half, well, just wanted to look at Stacey. That half of me couldn’t believe that I had this beautiful girl standing infront of me and I wanted to push her away. I shook my head and placed my hands on her hips. Stacey smiled wider and sat on my lap.
“So, I noticed that your parents aren’t here today,” she whispered in my ear, her hair tickling my face.
“Uh, yeah,” I cleared my throat and struggled to concentrate. “They’ve gone away for a couple of days. Some work thing.”
Stacey laughed, that high girlish giggle that she and her friends all have. I grimaced and shivered. She laughed again, thinking that it was for some other reason. “Why didn’t you tell me?” her breath tickled my skin, “If I had know I would have come over earlier so that we would have more time for some fun.” She stressed the last word slightly and I immediately knew what she was talking about.
I knew that nearly everyone in my year at school had had sex by now. Well everyone that ‘mattered’ at any rate. Until I had started dating Stacey I had been included in the ‘other’ group. In a way I still wanted to be part of that group. Sure, I wanted to know what it felt like and what all the fuss was about, but I almost felt as if Stacey were pressuring me to sleep with her.
I caught my breath as Stacey kissed down my neck and lifted my shirt over my head. I don’t even know why I feel so insecure about it all.
“Come on,” she breathed, moving back up to my face. “Let’s go to your room.” She pulled me up from the seat and I followed her to my bedroom.
When I woke the next morning, Stacey’s blonde head rested on my chest. I had my bare arms wrapped around her slim frame. I could smell the perfume that she always wore still in her hair. She mumbled slightly and pressed herself against me.
I shifted slightly as I remembered last night. The way she whispered to me, held me and kissed me. And how when it was over, all I could think about was Annette.
Surely I should’ve been thinking about Stacey, watching her fall to sleep in my arms. But no, I was thinking about the girl I had met through the internet.
Even now I was thinking about her.
“Morning,” Stacey mumbled. I looked down at her and saw her big blue eyes staring up at my blearily. She is so beautiful.
“Morning to you too,” I whispered and kissed her nose.
Stacey smiled at me and shifted so that she was leaning on her elbows, staring down at me. She watched me for a moment before leaning down and kissing me. “I had fun last night,” she winked at me as she pulled away. God, does it ever stop?
“Mmhmm, me too,” I stroked her neck gently.
“You’re welcome,” Stacey laughed. She rolled over so that she was lying on her back and pulled me over so that I was on top. She raised her eyebrows expectantly as she bit her lip playfully.
Annette. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t think of her at a time like this. Annette. Annette, Annette, Annette.
I pushed myself away from Stacey. “Care for some breakfast?” I asked, sliding out of the bed.
“What?” Stacey pushed herself up and stared at me incredulously.
“I offered you breakfast,” I replied, pulling clothes on. Annette. I turned to look at Stacey. Her eyes were open wide and I turned away again.
“Sure,” she said finally her voice slightly flat. I walked out of the room. Annette. I shook my head again as I walked to the kitchen. Annette.