Gifted Connections 2

I gave him a startled look because this is the first time I had heard about it. He seemed to avoid my eyes as I followed him out of the room and up the steps to his room. I had never been in there before. It was as large and spacious as mine had been. His room looked almost sterile in all whites.

“Taking your med-school-feel seriously, aren’t you?” I teased as I dropped my bag next to the bathroom door.

“Nah,” he laughed. “Pops always told me to decorate it how I would like. I’m just not that imaginative, and I didn’t trust Jemmy to touch my sanctuary.”

“Not imaginative, huh,” I said suggestively.

We had spent the last few weeks flirting shamelessly. When he was free he would generally text me on the phone that Collin gave me, things like ‘How’s your make-up work coming along?’ or ‘Are you ready to schedule your next quiz or exam?’ If Collin was nearby, I would text back that I was still working on xyz, or ‘I should have a better update for you later’, something along those lines. Generally, after Collin or I retired to bed, I would pull out Gavin’s phone and text him back.

Lately, he’s been texting me almost every night. It led me to assume that he didn’t spend as many late nights with Stacey as he once had. I hadn’t realized they may have broken up. I liked those late-night conversations that sometimes went on to the early morning hours. I got to learn more about him than I ever had. The stupid trivial things like his favorite color (green), his favorite food (Philly cheesesteaks), his favorite movie (Patch Adams), his favorite season (summer); little things like that. I also got to finally find out why he was adopted by Will. His past wasn’t nearly as dramatic as most of ours. His parents had sent him to another boarding school by the age of five, never really wanting to have children. They both were doctors that crossed oceans to third world countries, helping other children rather than being with their own child. His previous boarding school had threatened to close by the time he was 9. They placed him in the newly opened Knightstown Academy and barely bothered to spend any time with him. He spent a lot of time with the Bell boys, and when his parents died after contracting a disease overseas, he had accepted the invitation to live with the Bells permanently.

“I’m more than imaginative, where it counts,” he murmured as he took a step towards me.

I don’t know what was coming over me as I raised an eyebrow and slowly removed my sweatshirt. “Actions speak louder than words,” I dared him.

He visibly gulped; desire in his eyes, warring with indecision. “I just got out of a relationship and you’re in a relationship. I’m not sure if we should rush this.”

I removed my tank top next, leaving me in just my sports bra and shorts. Part of me was trying to seduce him to establish our connection, but the other part of me wondered what it would be like to be with him. He once told me he had an insatiable appetite in the bedroom and that’s why he kept Stacey around. She was easy, and she was available for him whenever he wanted. I hadn’t been. I couldn’t be. I was technically a virgin and new to the dating game, on top of fostering five other relationships.

“I understand, but honestly he isn’t my boyfriend. He never was,” I stated as I turned, dropping my sports bra, then shorts in front of the bathroom door. I walked to the large glass enclosed shower, turned the faucet, and waited for warm water to emerge from the shower heads above and from the fixtures mounted on the walls. I intentionally kept the bathroom door open and I knew he had taken steps to fill out the doorway.

“How could someone look so innocent, be so…” his voice was filled with desire.

“Wanton?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, turning around and stepping into the shower, knowing the glass enclosing the shower did nothing to hide anything.

I pretended like he wasn’t there as I opened his shampoo. It smelled like vanilla, which surprised me. “Mmm,” I purposely taunted him as I closed my eyes. “Smells good and slightly unexpected.”

I felt the cool air hit my body and felt his presence beside me.

I opened my eyes, feeling somewhat empowered as I saw the look of desire in his eyes. He lifted me with ease and began to kiss me passionately. We had never shared a real kiss before and I was surprised at the sensuality in it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, returning his kiss with abandon.

I moaned deep in my throat as he pushed me back against the wall, pinning me against it, so his hands were free to roam my body. I was petite, but I had curves. Well I had. My lack of appetite and exercise regimen, of late, had reduced quite a bit of my curves. My breasts and rear had been larger than most girls with my frame. He seemed especially enamored in my rear as he rubbed reverent hands on it. I could feel his excitement as it nudged against my stomach.

“Are we sure we want to cross this line?” he asked out of breath as he kissed the sensitive spot behind my ears and down my throat.

I didn’t have the words to answer him, so I just reached down and took his manhood into my hands, stroking it.

“Actions speak louder than words?” he queried.

I nodded and grabbed the back of his head, delving my tongue into his mouth, showing him how much I wanted him.

He groaned as he slid me down his body, showing me how much he wanted me.

I watched as he reached for a condom at the top ledge of his shower. My eyes widened slightly as he rolled it on him. It was slightly erotic to me.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

I complied and turned around.

“Bend over,” he ordered.

I braced my hands on the seat that dominated the back of the shower. I felt him adjust the angles of the sprays in the shower as he ran his hand down my back, my rear, and finally his fingers found my core. He rubbed it and I moaned with the liquid heat that built in my lower stomach.

“So, ready already,” he murmured as he bit my shoulder lightly.

I pushed back into his erection. “As if you aren’t,” I teased.

“Oh, I’m more than ready,” he said as I felt him slide into me.