I knew Neill wanted to take things further with me that night, but I just couldn’t go that far with him. I think his feelings for me are much deeper than mine are for him. I know I’m only keeping him around because it makes me feel better, not because of any intense feelings I have for him.
I had hoped, over the last few weeks, that real, genuine feelings would develop for him, but, unfortunately, they haven’t. I can’t bring myself to let him go either. I know I’m being selfish and I will have to let him down easily sometime soon, but for now, I want to just be a teenager and enjoy this time in my life.
Tonight, he’s taking me on a date to see some new action movie. I’m wearing a pair of black skin-tight jeans paired with a short baby pink top that shows the skin just above my trousers. I’ve finished the outfit off with a pair of heeled boots and a leather jacket. I’ve gone slightly heavier on my make-up, with dark eyes and bright red lips, giving me a badass biker girl look.
I reach the bottom of the stairs just as the doorbell goes, telling me Neill is here. Reaching the door before Thomas can appear to answer it himself, I open it and smile at Neill.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself babe. You look smoking hot!” He compliments, his eyes eat me up as his gaze slowly makes its way up my body. Feeling myself begin to blush, I duck my head and hurry to close the door behind me.
Neill grabs onto my hand and leads me to the car, some exorbitantly overpriced sports car. He said something about it being a McLaren, whatever that is. He opens the door for me, like a proper gentleman, and I smile at him before dropping into the low seat, buckling myself in while he walks round to the driver's side and gets in. When he starts the engine, I feel the purr of it vibrate through me as we fly down the driveway and out onto the road.
It doesn’t take long before we arrive at the movie, where we buy way too much popcorn and fizzy drinks and pick seats right at the back of the theatre. We make out through most of the film so, by the time we leave, I have no idea what it was about.
It's all so PG 13. I’ve never been on dates like this and I’m enjoying it more than I thought I would, but I’m aware that Neill is starting to look for more, and soon I’m either going to have to give it to him or cut him loose.
I’ve had sex several times before, but never with someone I had feelings for, or who had feelings for me. It’s always been to scratch an itch. While I am well past due for a sex-induced orgasm, I don’t feel like I can take that next step with Neill and allow him to become even more invested in this relationship when I know I don’t feel the same way.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t immediately realise we aren’t heading back in the direction of my house after the movie.
“Where are we going?”
“Thought I’d show you my favourite spot to go when I need to get away for a bit,” he replies, giving me a dirty smile indicating he’s looking to do more than just chat at this secret spot. Shit.
Not knowing what to say, I sit in silence as he drives us further up into the mountains that surround Crescentwood, until we reach an isolated spot that looks out over the valley below. You can see the lights of Crescentwood twinkling beneath us, and the millions and billions of stars sparkling in the sky. It truly is a breathtaking view.
“Wow, it's beautiful up here,” I say in awe, taking in the surrounding view, making a mental note to definitely come back to this spot the next time I need to clear my head.
Turning to look at Neill, I see him looking back at me, or more specifically checking out my boobs, which I admit look pretty damn fine in this top, but still.
“Why did you bring me here?”
Shrugging he just says, “I thought you deserved something special,” before he leans in and kisses me deeply.
My lips part and his tongue enters my mouth as his hand's circle around my waist, lifting me up until I’m straddling him, with the steering wheel pressed up against my back. His hands slip under my top, stroking along my sides and stomach and his right hand slowly climbs up until he’s groping my breast, the contact causing him to groan into my mouth. I could so easily get lost in his touch, but even all these weeks later, when Neill touches me, all I can feel is Barrett, and it's just not fair on Neill.
I start to pull back when he tightens his grip on me, groaning again, this time as though he’s in pain.
“Please babe, I need you so badly. You’re killing me here.”
Knowing I am totally going to regret this later, but getting caught up in the lust of the moment, I decide to give him a little something to tide him over. I slowly snake my hands down over his hard abs, until I reach the waistband of his jeans. I undo his buttons and dip my hand inside to grab his cock. As soon as my hand wraps around him, he groans into my mouth and moves his lips to suck harshly on my neck causing me to inadvertently rock my hips forward into his groin. I may not be all that into him but I’m only human at the end of the day. A girl has needs.
I start to move my hand slowly up and down his hard length. He’s not massive but he's substantial enough. He starts to rock up into my hand and as he pulls up my top so his mouth can suck on my nipple through my bra.
The pheromones are starting to mess with my head and I’m suddenly forgetting why it's a bad idea to have sex with him. It’s been so long since a man has gotten me off. A vibrator just doesn’t do the same job and I’m suddenly needy, like a bitch in heat.
All too soon, I feel Neill tense and he spurts cum all over my hand. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get myself off on the friction of his jeans against mine, but it will have to do. At least he is satisfied and, hopefully, we can put off the conversation about sex for a while longer.
As I go to climb off him to get back into my seat he grabs my hips holding me in place. “Nu-uh babe. Just give me a minute to look at your fucking hot body and I’ll be ready to go again. I didn’t just bring you here to get me off,” he says, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Thinking he means to get me off next, I shake my head and begin to tell him it’s ok, this time was all about him, but he chuckles into my neck.
“Nah babe, we aren’t fifteen anymore. As much as I want to bury my fingers deep in that pussy of yours, I need my cock in you more.” He continues to suckle on my neck even though I have tensed up at his words.
Pushing him back, so he can see that I’m serious and not just playing coy, I sternly tell him, “Neill, I am not having sex with you tonight. I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Don’t worry babe. I’ll go easy on you for your first time. We have a great view, privacy, and all the time in the world. I’ll make it a night you never forget.” His voice is full of confidence, but what he has said has just registered with me.
“You brought me up here to have sex for the first time in the front seat of your car?” I ask incredulously.
Presumptuous much to presume I was a virgin, but did he really think if I was a virgin that I’d want to lose my virginity in the front seat of a teeny tiny sports car? My back is already sore from being pressed tightly against the wheel behind me, and I really don’t fancy repeatedly banging my head off the low roof, just for a mediocre fuck. What a cliché.
Picking up on my attitude, Neill pulls back so he’s looking at me. He has a hard mask in place, covering his boyish features. Right now, he looks nothing like the boy next door I thought I was getting to know.