It's Classy, Not Classic.

I stood there like a complete retard, blank and more then half frozen. I couldn't help but feel put on the spot, because even though he'd just practically shoved his tongue down my throat back at the school, that could be a sign of a last goodbye. We need to talk, thats what he'd said to me. I knew exactly what the subject would turn out to be, evidently. How could I not? Friday night was a big thing at the moment, and I'm sure we were both still freaking out, atleast internally if not externally. If Frank wanted to talk, though, then thats what we'd do. We'd talk. We'd talk about what we had to. There was no getting out of it now, anyway.
I nodded silently, my lips cealed shut tight and biting softly at my lower lip as extra protection, to assure myself that no words would slip out. The words he was going to speak were not going to be words so unknown to my ears that I'd be speechless. If he were going to say goodbye, it'd be something I'd heard all too much before. So many times had I heard that, and at such a young age too. "I... I don't think I need to remind you about Friday night." He sighed, crossing his arms casually, but so awkwardly at the same time. I started to play around with my fingers in discomfort, my gaze trailing down to the sand near Franks feet to avoid anyway looks that I didn't want. To avoid eye contact at all costs. He gave me another sigh and uncrossed his arms, slipping a curled finger under my chin and tipping it up to make me look at him. My eyes fell upon his shoulder though, because I dreaded having to look him in the eye. "This is uncomfortable -- I know." He started nervously, laughing softly at himself under his breath, "I don't know why you're being so distant though. I mean, I... I've figured out by now that... what we did was wrong... Figured out that it was your first time... which is probably obvious. Seeing that you were so nervous and unsure of yourself." He rambled uncomfortabley and my face turned dark red at how obvious it must have been to him -- he was probably far from being a virgin. He was too confident. "... It was kind of cute, though. Or not kind of, just cute in general." That worsened the shade of my face and I felt my face burning red hot, "... I don't want to be some sort of creep... Or come off creepy at all... But, you know, I don't know if I regret it like you probably do." He mumbled, and I was wrong. I was speechless. Or maybe I just didn't want to say anything. It felt like I'd forgotten how to speak. "It's just... weird, y'know? Because you're four years younger then me, and I know age is just a difference. But, then theres the whole legal thing. Seniors shouldn't be seeing freshmen, right? In any case that would be weird, so I don't understand how I don't feel weird right now, or how I didn't feel weird while it was happening. That part freaks me out." He explained weirdly, taking a long pause and giving a small sigh, grabbing my hands and stopping me from fooling with them. He tugged me closer by them so I was practically right up against him, my face darkening even more -- if thats possible. I stared at his shoulder still, awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact, waiting for rejection. It never came. It was his lips pressing down gently against mine that my eyes widened and I finally looked at him, although he couldn't see me, and my eyes automatically fluttered closed a second later. His hands squeezed mine and tightened around them before lacing our fingers and pulling me the slightest bit closer, reenveloping our lips comfortabley. Butterflies formed in my gut, fluttering violently, and my heart kicked at my chest. Stupid fucking hormones. His lips slowly left mine, seperating them only by an inch or so, and I stood there frozen before peeking my eyes open hesitantly to find him staring at me. His hands squeezed mine again briefly before they let go and he grabbed the back of my neck with one of them, attaching our lips so they met halfway. My hands automatically reached out and fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt gently -- see, he did things to me, apparently. He stepped forward, pushing me backwards and taking two or three steps until I was pressed back against the car, trapped tightly between him and the vehicle. Franks tongue slipped easily through my lips to meet with my own, and it only took a few seconds for his tongue to start searching in deeper, trying to reach my throat, fighting for as much flavour as he could have. He groaned, his tongue touching to the back of my own, and a weak moan vibrated from the back of my throat instinctively as some sort of response. He pressed himself against me with more pressure, crushing me against him. His free hand that just so happened to be pressed against the car now grabbed at the back of my thigh, pulling it up to rest on his hip, and our hips grinded together. I accidentally let out a small squeak, and a moan rumbled from the back of his throat. I pulled my lips away, out of breath, and he pressed his to my neck, nipping at the skin and sucking aggressively, making me gasp inadvertently. He ground his body against mine and yet another gasp fell from my lips. "I want you." He growled against my skin, and my jaw went slack slightly, fingers digging into his sides, only making him smirk against my neck. His hand let go of my thigh and he bit his lip against my neck, licking it before he opened the back door of the car. I automatically slid in, because apparently I don't have a mind of my own, and he followed in after, shutting the door and locking the car, crawling to me and pushing me back, pinning me down against the back seat. He stared down at me, "Fuck. You're so cute." He breathed, pressing his lips back down to my with some sort of urgency and dipping his tongue into my mouth through my lips, my face turning red. His fingers on one of his hands curled around my belt buckle, hooking on and anxiously fondling it to get it undone while he leaned on his other arm and bit down on my lip.
I gave an objective noise and he reluctantly pulled his lips from mine by an inch or so, "You don't care about the age?" I whispered, out of breath, and he stared down at me for a moment.
"We won't tell anyone." He murmured, turning his gaze down to see what he was doing while he struggled with my buckle, and I couldn't help but laugh at him quietly, snickering. Before my hands could reach to assist him, though, he was already crawled down my body, face to face with my belt buckle and undoing it with his teeth. I propped myself up onto my elbows as I stared down at him, hazel eyes now staring back up at me while I watched him skillfully undo the belt with his teeth and fingers, like some sort of professional. I might only be fourteen, but I don't think I've ever seen something quite so arousing in my life. The buckle snapped open and his hand rode up under the front of my shirt, hand slipping over my cold stomach, and he ran his warm tongue across the sensitive skin of my lower abdomen, hot mouth pressing moist kisses along the skin. My jaw went slack, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut, the tease was just making my desire worse. I layed back down, setting myself off of my elbows and grabbed at the hem of the bottom of my shirt, pulling it off over my head and arching my back while doing so while Frank continued pressing kisses against my abdomen, licking every inch of the skin. I didn't want to wipe away the trails of saliva he was leaving, didn't want to dry them like I usually would have. I was too caught up in Franks movements, and I would take as much of him as I could, saliva included. My shirt fell to the floor infront of the seat, and even before it hit the floor it was forgotten. Frank stopped what he was doing and quickly slid off his hoodie, pulling off his black shirt quickly after and letting them both drop to the floor to join my forgotten shirt. Our lips collided together, meeting halfway in a mutual attempt to reclaim any flavour from eachother that we might have lost, although I doubt Frank had lost any. He was just licking my skin. I sat up, leaning back on my hands, legs open with Frank settled inbetween them, lips reenveloping every few seconds, tongues slipping in and out to meet over and over again. His fingers clumsily unbuttoned my jeans, unzipping them after without hesitation, hooking his fingers onto the hem of my jeans so his fingertips slipped into my jeans. I sat up straight and my hands grabbed at his own belt, hooking my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and tugging at them in some sort of attempt to bring him closer. My fingers picked at his belt buckle, undoing it. It snapped open, and not even a second later his jeans were undone as well. I grabbed at the back of his neck with one hand, the other tangling in the back of his hair, fingers threading through it. The temperature of the car was raising at what seemed a mile a minute, and we were both already starting to sweat. He pushed me back down, trapping me underneath him, and I anxiously tried to wiggle out of my jeans, kicking them away after successfully getting them off. Frank got rid of his own jeans and they dropped to the floor. Our lips seperated, but still brushed together while we panted, exchanging hot air, and he bit his lip, grinding his teeth against his lip ring. He leant down and placed a kiss on my collarbone before tracing it with his tongue, making me moan and arch my back. The emotion really was starting to be too much, and every little thing seemed to make me go crazy. I felt like I could burst out into a mess of pants and moans any second, begging for Frank to do something already. I was becoming so tenderly sensitive to each touch.
"Frank." I groaned under my breath, panting uncontrollabley, and I arched my back up into him drastically, his fingers crawling under my back and fondling the clasp on my bra until it snapped open and he pulled it off of my body, running his tongue up my sternum, smirking up at me while he did so. I was hopeless, and he could tell. I probably looked hopeless too, trapped underneath him, hoping he'd cut the foreplay and stop teasing me, wishing I could have release already, wishing he would relieve me. He kissed at my chest, his hair tickling my jaw, lips making their way up further and further before he ran his tongue up my throat, making me crane my neck back and push my skin into the touch of his hot tongue. My fingers, having a mind of their own, hooked themselves onto the elastic of his boxers, and he bit his lip happily, smirk still plastered to his face, staring down at me. I didn't ask for permission, since he was already giving me a look of approval, and I slipped my hands in, stroking him. His lips parted and he took in a sharp breath, hips shifting slightly, and he wasn't inside of me but he gave a small thrust down into my hips and hands anyway, some signal to tell me to go faster. He cursed under his breath, burying his face in my shoulder, lips mumbling for god against my skin. I got rid of my underwear, shimmying out of them, and he got rid of his own, both articles of clothing falling to the floor with the others, and now we were both stark naked in the back of his car. Hidden only by the shade of the bridge, the tint of the windows and nothing else. He nudged my legs open a little more with his own and I moved myself up a little, head resting only slightly against the car door. He moved himself in slowly, pushing gently, biting his lip and I gasped and one of my hands grabbed onto his shoulder, digging my nails into the skin, my other hand holding onto the back of his hip. It was unprotected, but I didn't seem to care.
Pain subsiding quickly, not long before we were both one hot, physical mess of panting and a sexual circuit that repeated itself perpetually. Moans and whispers being exchanged, noises and kisses. Hips grinding together, Frank pushing his hips hard down into mine, my jaw went slack and he groaned, forcing his lips down on mine and shoving his tongue through my lips. One of his hands held onto the edge of the seat, fingers jabbing into it, and the other hand that held onto the back of the seat was now pressed against the slightly steam covered window, surely leaving a handprint. Sweat melting from pores, dripping from Frank onto me, our sweat mixing together, yet another connection. One of my hands set on his lower back, the back of his hip beneath his waist, the other set on the back of his shoulder, both hands digging their fingernails into the skin, making small crescents, leaving marks. Nails scratching against his back, tearing skin and flesh, but he only arched his back in some sort of satisfaction. I arched my back in return, pressing up into him, taking small thrusts up into his hips that touched to mine, a rhythm formed between us that we weren't thinking of stopping anytime soon. The pace we had only increased. Our lips seperated by mere inches, "Fuck, uh." He cursed, groaning, and my eyes fluttered open to see his closed, eyebrows furrowed, an expression that held a look of pain, but a pain he seemed to enjoy. A pleasure so enjoyable it was borderline aching. His head turned up and he opened his eyes, looking out the window quickly and checking around us, checking to see if anyone could see. I'm sure people could see, or atleast people would be able to see, I was just hoping no one was watching us. He turned his gaze back down at me, and his hazel eyes stared at me, pausing for the quickest second ever and gulping, jaw going slack and his body tensing. "Uh," He grunted, eyes fluttering shut, hips crushing down into mine and grinding against my hipbones, his forehead resting down against my head. His fingers scratched against the steamy car window while his other hand that held onto the edge of the seat moved and grabbed onto the car door for some sort of leverage. My veins began to pulse quickly, my lower abdomen pulsing along with it. My back arched, the muscles in my back tightening, and a bunch of quiet moans and squeaks left my lips one by one, a feeling of ecstacy wrapping me up, blocking out anything that wasn't Frank. The edges of my vision softening and my eyes snapping shut, biting my lower lip and biting at the insides of my cheeks, trying to stifle any screaming or loud moaning, that wasn't working out well for me though. Fingernails jabbing into his ribs now, a moan fell from my lips. There it is, the second orgasm of my life -- courtesy of Frank, again.