“I know,” I interrupted. I didn’t need the reminder.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she said. “I’m not going to be as good as they were, and you’re going to be disappointed.”
“What the fuck!” I sat straight up and grabbed her wrists. “Who the fuck said I’d be disappointed?”
She kept looking away from me and just shrugged instead.
“Just me, I guess.” The tears started rolling down her cheeks.
Shit.
I probably shouldn’t have yelled.
What do I do now?
Oh wait…I’d done this one.
Just hold her.
So I did, and she cried, and I felt like shit. Eventually, my thighs started to fall asleep under her, so I pushed and pulled at both of us until we were positioned on the right sides of the bed, and I could wrap my arms around her. I held her against my chest and kissed the top of her head until she quieted down and seemed to relax.
“I wanted everything to be perfect tonight,” Nicole whispered against my collarbone. “I screwed it all up, going emo.”
“Hey,” I said as I placed my finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at me. “I spent my whole day with you, starting with opening my eyes and seeing that picture I drew of you. I got to take you to your classes, eat lunch with you, and I knew you were watching me during my game. You made me dinner, and even though I don’t know what the fuck I ate, it was awesome. I got to play with your tits, and now I’m in bed with you in my arms. If that isn’t perfection, I don’t know what is.”
Nicole snickered and then laughed. I placed a kiss right on her lips.
“There is no way I could possibly be disappointed,” I told her. “There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than to be with you—whatever that means. Just knowing I’m with you makes it far better than being with anyone else, and I’m only talking about lying here with you. Whatever else happens is bonus.”
With her face between my hands, I brought her over the top of me and raised my head off the pillow to kiss her deeply. She placed her hands beside my head to hold herself up as she kissed me back.
With my head resting against the pillow and Nicole’s fingers twisting my hair back around my ear, I was fairly certain I couldn’t have been much happier. Every few minutes, I’d kiss her, or she’d kiss me, and we’d just look at each other. Well, sometimes I looked at her tits because the camisole she wore was nearly see-through, and I was quite grateful for that.
“When does your dad get home?” Nicole asked.
“Tomorrow evening,” I replied. “I think his flight gets in about five, so he’ll be home around seven or eight, I guess.”
“That means you probably won’t be here tomorrow night, then,” she said, surmising.
“Probably not,” I agreed, “but I don’t want to think about that right now.”
“Okay,” she said. Her fingers let go of my hair, trailed over my cheek, and down my neck. She flipped her hand over and rested her palm on my chest.
“You can fondle my abs, too, if you want.” I winked at her sideways.
Nicole snickered but didn’t hesitate to drop her hand to my stomach. It made my abs clench a little, and the sensations found their way down to my cock.
Little bastard—just relax, for fuck’s sake!
Well, he wasn’t going to listen to me, obviously. Then he reminded me that there were some perfectly nice tits right next to me, and I wasn’t doing anything about them at all even though the owner of said tits was molesting my chest and stomach. My hand listened to my cock and moved up from her waist to get a better angle.
I traced one nipple through the thin fabric and felt her skin tighten up the same way mine did when she touched me. Her nipple puckered up as well and then started screaming for some mouth-action, and who was I to say no?
Oh, fine. It didn’t scream, but I pulled the camisole down a bit to suck on it anyway.
Nicole moaned as my mouth wrapped around her nipple, and her hand suddenly dropped south…
…and grabbed on to my dick.