Every Single Part Of Me
Story by Daisy
~~*Chapter Eight*~~
“Bethany?” I knocked on her door. It was three days after I had met her mother and we hadn’t really done anything. I knocked on her front door again, checking my watch.
“Nick?” She asked, opening the door wide. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m not allowed to see you anymore?” I asked sarcastically, stepping up to kiss her softly. My head swayed and my stomach was sent into a serious of swirls as my lips met hers. I placed my hands on her hips, moving away from her. “Damn.”
“What?” She asked, pulling me in and shutting the door behind us.
“Nothing, it’s just that I’ve never had anyone kiss me like that.” We walked into the living room and I sat down on her couch next to her.
“Why did you really come here Nick?” She asked, plopping her bare feet in my lap.
“I wanted to take you somewhere.” I gently began to massage her foot.
“Oh, now I’m not about to move from this couch if you keep massaging my foot!” She leaned her head back.
“Please come.” I stopped and she looked up at me. “I promise you’ll be getting more of those where we’re going!” And a whole lot more! I added mentally.
“Where?” She asked.
“It’s a surprise. Go get dressed.” She jumped up from the couch and went down a hallway. I listened as the bedroom door shut. I walked outside to her backyard to check on my surprise. Good, the stars haven’t come out yet. I was planning on taking her to the lake and watching the stars come out. Girls love that stuff. Besides, we could make love under the stars…
What the hell is wrong with me? Did I just say “make love”? Okay, making love and having sex are two different things. Having sex is so less personal and is exactly what I planned on doing to Bethany. Making love is like so intimate and everything, not for me.
I turned around and started to walk back into the house when something stopped me. I stared, not believing my eyes. There was Bethany’s perfect silhouette on the huge window on the side of the house. It was obviously a bathroom window. It had that sort of glass that kind of distorted things but you could still see. The thing was huge, giving me a full view of her entire body.
I watched as she slowly slipped off her pants and kicked them off her slim legs onto the floor. She pulled her shirt up over her head, shaking her hair out when she had it off. I watched, mesmerized, as she slid her panties down, achingly slow, giving me a wonderful feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t wait till tonight. As she unstrapped her bra, I envisioned her in front of me, no longer a silhouette. She stepped into what I thought was the shower and I could no longer see her. I walked slowly in the house, trying to calm my senses down.
About fifteen minutes later, Bethany stepped out of her bedroom in a new outfit and just-cleansed hair that was still dripping.
“Ready?” I asked, getting up from the couch. She nodded and I led her out the door, remembering vividly how she had undressed. I looked at her and smiled.
“What? What’s that smile for?” She asked, shutting the door behind us.
“Oh nothing.” I helped her into the car and got in myself. I drove out to the lake, picking a spot where we would be by ourselves. I pulled up just short of parking in the lake and sat on the hood of the car, patting the spot next to me. Bethany slid on gingerly and laid against the windshield.
“This is gorgeous,” she breathed, staring straight up as the first star of the night appeared. I reached over and wrapped my arm around her back and gently pulled her towards me. Suddenly I was aware of the way her body touched mine. Her hip was touching mine and her leg was brushing mine, sending tingles up and down my spine.
Get a grip, Carter! This is just another girl that’s gonna do your body right. Her head came softly down on my shoulder and I inhaled sharply. Treat her like the rest of them. Good for sex, bad for relationships.
I waited until a few more stars had come out. Then I slowly picked her head up in my hands and brought her face to mine. I replayed the mental pictures of the way she had unclothed herself and let my hormones take over. I kissed her mouth, parting her lips eagerly with my tongue and slipping it inside. One of her hands found its way to my hair. The other slid over my chest, gently massaging me.
I moved to my knees and then straddled her body, pushing her slowly until she was laying back against the car’s windshield. Her hair was cold in my hands and gave me chills. Or was it the way she kissed me that gave me chills?
The thought flustered me and I immediately grabbed for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it quickly up and over her head before she had a chance to argue. And then I let my hands roam. I was just reaching for the button of her shorts when her hand grabbed mine.
“Nick,” she whispered, her lips moving against mine and the words floating into my mouth. I stopped kissing her and looked at her. Her hand took mine and moved it away from her shorts. She reached for her shirt and began putting it on, ignoring me still straddling her legs.
“Bethany, what…”
“I can’t do this.” She looked at me with such a forceful look that I got off of her and watched her climb off the car and get back in the seat. I sighed and got in the car, starting the engine without saying a word, feeling completely defeated.
Why is it that every time we start something, she never lets me finish. I wish I could just nail her and get it over with. I stared ahead at the road ahead of me, suddenly aware of something I had so eagerly pushed away before.
I have to get it over quick…before I start to fall for her. Or was it already too late?