Gentlemen Don't Ask Questions

The first time I had kissed her, it had been hungry and needy, I had been afraid that I would never get to do it again. It was different this time. Nicer. She was leaning against her study desk, her arms snaked around my neck and my hands on her hips, kissing slowly as if we had all the time in the world. I guess when you're a teenager though, you see time moving differently. At that age a few months was a long time, a couple of years an eternity. Looking back, all I can do is laugh at how naive and innocent we were. I wish I was still like that. Life was easier that way.
We didn't hear the footsteps in the hall, didn't pull away until we heard the bedroom door open and someone gasp. We quickly pulled away from each other, and I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was just Jessica.

"Jesus, Jess, have you ever heard of knocking?" Isabelle breathed out, her hand placed over her heart.

"Your mom told me to just come up. I didn't expect you and Gerard to be eating the faces off each other."

Isabelle rolled her eyes before she walked towards the door, following Jessica out into the hall.

"So, how long has this been going on?" she smirked at me, and I couldn't help but grin like a lovesick fool.

"We don't kiss and tell," Isabelle answered for us.

"Well, you kind of have to after subjecting me to that viewing."

"It's your own fault for not knocking," she continued to tease Jessica as we descended the stairs.

Isabelle went to get a drink for Jessica, leaving the two of us together in one of the empty sitting rooms. Jessica stared out the door, not saying anything for a few moments, before she turned back to me.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, and I stared at her good and hard before I was certain that I didn't know what she was apologizing for.

"For what?"

"For it to take Isabelle coming for me to actually give you a chance. I always thought you were...weird," her cheeks reddened slightly as she dropped her eyes,
"Guess it shows me not to judge a book by it's cover, eh?"

I made a humming noise in agreement, not quite sure of what to say to her. That totally came out of the blue, I never thought that someone would say something like to me.

"You deserve Isabelle," she continued,
"You're good for each other."

"I don't really know what it is that we have going," I started, only to have Jessica cut me off with a laugh.

"Trust me, she's into you. She thinks your amazing," she drawled the last word, doing an impression of Isabelle.

Isabelle came back into the room with more drinks, throwing a confused look at the two of us.

"What?" she asked suspiciously as she lightly kicked the door closed behind her.

"Just discussing how you gave Krista an earful earlier. She was badmouthing you to one of Megan's other friends when I got here."

"Fuckin' loser," Isabelle sighed as she sat down on the couch.

I sat down beside her and, even though there was room for her on the couch too, Jessica sat on the armchair. She gave me a pointed look, but she wasn't subtle enough as Isabelle caught her.

"What are you two hags bitching about now?" she sighed, making Jessica laugh.

"I was just telling Gerard how sick I am, and how sick everyone is, of you two making googly eyes at one another and not doing a damn thing about it."

That has got to be the first time that I had ever seen Isabelle blush.



When you're a teenager, everything has to be official. Where you lived, what you did, what time you had to be home at, who you were with.
I finally mustered up the balls that night to ask her to be my girlfriend. She said yes, and that she was starting to think that maybe I didn't like her. Looking back, I wish I had have told her what I had been thinking; that anyone would be insane not to like her. How I thought she was the most funny, intelligent, beautiful girl I knew. Still, to this day, no one compares to her. Their eyes aren't as green, their hair not quite that chestnut brown, their laugh not as captivating.
She had gotten some stick about being with me in school, and I was starting to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea, before she threatened to ram a lunch tray down the captain of the football team's neck. I knew then and there that I loved her.
I started painting her wall for her a couple of months later, after she finally picked a wall colour, and she'd sit and either read or talk to me while I painted. I loved how we could have those comfortable silences, or could communicate by just looking at one another. It was too much of a grown up relationship for teenagers. It made it harder for us in the end, made it more difficult for us to move on and forget the other person.

"Isabelle, I need to head into work and your mother won't be home until seven. Keep this door open," her father glared at her,
"And Megan has her door open too. Be good," he directed the last bit to me.

She smiled sweetly at him, clearly she had him wrapped around her little finger, and we both said goodbye. She didn't say anything until we heard his car pulling out of the driveway, and that's when she got up and closed the door over. I turned around to face her, throwing a confused look her way.

"Wanna make out for a bit?"

I grinned as I dropped my paintbrush, moving over to her and gently gripping the sides of her face as I brought my lips down onto hers. She fell back onto the bed and I moved myself so that my weight was resting on my right elbow, my other hand cupping her cheek. We were normal seventeen year olds, slaves to our hormones, and soon the kiss was growing pretty heated. We hadn't gone any further than making out, but with the way she was kissing me and pulling me closer to her, I grew bold, I wanted more. I nervously trailed my hand down, moving slowly so that she could stop me at any time. I reached the area where arm met breast, and I hovered there for a few seconds before I gingerly placed my hand on her breast. She stilled for a few seconds, but she didn't pull away. After a couple of seconds, she returned to kissing me as passionately as she had been, giving me a green light. I gently cupped her, my temperature rising and my blood flowing quicker, and I couldn't believe my lucky stars that I had managed to get a girl like Isabelle.
She moved me off of her slightly, moving so that I was sitting with my back against her headboard. She pulled her mouth away from mine and straddled my hips, and all I could do was soak up the vision of her in front of me. Her chestnut brown hair was messy around her face, her cheeks pink and her lips plump from kissing, her green eyes glazed over slightly. My breathing continued to stay heavy as we just looked at one another. I noticed her swallow thickly as her hands trailed up to the top button of her plaid shirt and undid the button, and even if my life had depended on it, I wouldn't have been able to pull my eyes away from her. She slowly undid the second button, and the third and the fourth, until all the buttons were undone and she was sliding it off of her slender shoulders. She was wearing a white tank top underneath, her dark red bra visible through the flimsy material, and she pulled that up over her head, throwing it over her shoulder. She would have to be paraplegic not to feel my erection growing under her, and I praying to God and all the saints in heaven that she wouldn't freak out; but honestly, what did she expect to happen?
I couldn't help but groan lightly when she moved her hands around to her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra, and I had to grip her hips tighter to prevent myself from just tearing it off of her body like a neanderthal. My eyes were glued to her chest as she slowly peeled the material off of her body, revealing her amply sized breasts.

"Fuck," I exhaled once she was completely exposed, and I was so turned on at that moment it was starting to hurt.

Her cheeks had flushed as she leaned forward, connecting her lips to mine once again. I moved one of my hands up, tangling her silky hair around my fingertips, as my other hand nervously trailed up her side. I lingered just beneath her breast for a little while; I was nervous, this was the furthest I had ever gone with a girl before. I finally moved my hand up, letting her fill my palm, and the two of us moaned against each other's lips. I gently groped her as she ground her hips against mine, fueling my own arousal even further. I slowly rubbed my thumb across her nipple, and I presumed she liked it as she tugged my hair slightly and pressed herself closer to me.
We both jumped when Megan knocked on the wall, her bedroom was beside Isabelle's.

"Mom's gonna be home in fifteen minutes, lovebirds. Just giving ya enough time to cool down."

I could almost hear her smirking. I let out a frustrated groan when Isabelle pulled away from me, making her smile softly and making me reach out my hand and brush a tendril of hair out of her eyes.

"I think you're beautiful," I mumbled bashfully, and she bit down on her lip as she lowered her gaze slightly, embarrassed.

She sat back and picked up her bra off the bed, quickly putting it back on before pulling her tank top over her head.

"That's the first time I've ever let anyone do that," she mumbled, her eyes not quite meeting mine.

I gently placed my finger and thumb under her chin, making her look at me.

"You don't think any less of me, do you?" she asked timidly.

"Nothing on God's green planet could make me think that," I replied truthfully.

"I really like you, Gerard."

It was my turn to blush, but I was thankful for my blood to be rushing to a different part of my body. She clambered off me when we heard a car door slam shut outside, and she looked out the window and sighed lightly.

"Mama Clarke is home. We should probably go back to looking innocent," she winked at me.

She was back to being her usually confident self, and I couldn't help but smile when I thought of the more vulnerable side of herself that she had just showed me.
I don't think she ever really let anyone but me see that side of her. It was flattering.