We have somewhere to play and by play I mean make out properly. And by make out properly I mean have sex.
Caleb isn’t a virgin. He lost his innocence when he was only fourteen years of age. Apparently it was messy, awkward and uncomfortable.
Also he came in about three seconds.
I laughed at that part of the story.
He knows what he’s doing now though and has promised me that when the time comes he’ll take it slow and make it as painless and as beautiful as possible.
Just being with him will be beautiful.
Even if I’m terrified.
It seems silly to be scared of the real thing when we’ve pretty much done everything else over the past week. Every day he’s made me climax, either with his hand, his mouth, his cock or, at one point, his thigh. All were amazing, all were mind blowing and all left me feeling sated and tired.
“You look lost in thought,” he says softly and blows on the shell of my ear.
I shrug him off, giggling, and start putting the wood in the right order. “I don’t hear the kettle boiling.”
“Yes, Miss Bossy.”
“Still not boiling,” I comment dryly, marking off each plank.
“I haven’t even left the room yet. I’m too busy admiring this.” He pokes my arse with his pinkie finger. I threaten to hit him with a board and he soon vanishes.
After the shelves are up, which were so much easier than Caleb made them out to be, we shower together. This is an odd experience for me. I’ve never been fully naked like this with him. We’ve always been in his car or at my house when exploring each other.
When we fornicated at home, even though my mum was at work, I was terrified of her coming home early and getting caught. Caleb never managed to do more than get me to grind on his thigh, which was amazing, albeit a little embarrassing. I felt like a dog humping someone’s leg, but no matter how mortified I felt by my actions I couldn’t stop myself. It felt too good. I lost all sense of reason and pride.
Caleb said it was the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed, having a normally shy and composed woman, whom he’s severely attracted to, lose all of her inhibitions for a few marvellous minutes because of him.
Things are unfortunately going pretty badly with his parents. I still haven’t met them but I’ve heard them shouting at him on the phone. Last time he hung up on them, but I could see the pain in his eyes. I don’t know what they said to make him so miserable but it took me a while to break him out of it.
I gave him a blowjob. I’ve actually discovered I enjoy giving blowjobs. Maybe it’s just the way Caleb responds to them that triggers my enjoyment. There is nothing more erotic than pleasuring a man. Nothing. Even thinking about the way he moans and grips my head as I please him is making me hot inside.
Shiver.
His parents have returned home and, as far as I’m aware, his brother has too. I hope they leave him alone now. Of course I’m all for having your family around you but I never want to see him miserable again. It breaks my heart.
My mum is being a bit off with me as well. I had to work at the club Chicago’s last night and when I got home I tripped on a shoe (which was my mum’s) and woke her up. She was pretty pissed off with me. The night wasn’t a complete disaster, though. I put in a good word for Caleb and he starts next weekend, which we’re both pleased about.
He has a job and I can lay claim to him in front of everyone.
As it is, right now I’m out of the shower and getting dressed and Caleb is lying on his mattress, completely naked save for his tight, black boxers which make his sun kissed skin seem to glow in contrast. He doesn’t have a bed frame yet. He doesn’t have much; the stuff he does have are some bits he picked up throughout the week and kept at mine, ready to move into his new place.
“Can I ask you something?” He snaps me from my thoughts. I roll my eyes when he adjusts himself.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.” He pretends to look affronted while his hand slowly rubs his growing bulge.
“I’m busy,” I giggle and try to dart out of the way when he jumps off the mattress and lunges for me. I don’t get far but I don’t want to get far. He’s too delicious to avoid and his skin is so warm. “What?”
“Move in with me.”
Choke. Splutter.
He pats me on the back, laughing. “I’m serious. I want you to move in with me.”
“W… when?”
“Today.”
Bloody hell, he is serious! I can see it in his eyes. “I… but I’ve just…”
His finger rests over my lips, effectively silencing me. His eyes search mine, a handsome smile in place. “Please?”
“It’s… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.”
“Okay,” I blurt and inwardly curse.
“Really?” His smile widens further as he turns me in his arms and presses my back up against the wall. “Seriously?”
I nod quickly. “Yeah. I don’t see why not.”
“Fucking brilliant.” He beams and picks me up so my thighs are around his hips. His lips crash down on mine and I don’t refuse them. I’d be crazy if I did. “I was worried you’d say no.” Me too, but seeing as he’s left his hometown and his family and he’s chosen me over an unknown amount of money, there’s no way I can say no. Besides, it’s not like I don’t have a job and can’t afford to live here. Money will be tight but it’ll be worth it. “Really? You won’t back out?”
“I can’t wait,” I admit eagerly and suck on his lower lip, making him groan. “Thank you.”
“Let’s celebrate,” he whispers, his eyes twinkling. “I’m hungry.”
“You want to go out for food?”
His eyes narrow with mischief. “I was thinking of something sweeter, something south.” South?
Oh. My mouth forms the shape of the word. He laughs a little and throws me onto his mattress. “Lay back and relax, baby.”
“Okay,” I breathe and allow him to slide my trousers off. I even help him by raising my hips a little. Brilliant.
My legs are still jelly and it’s been two hours since I climaxed all over his face.
I hope my mum doesn’t see how weak I am and put two and two together. It’s a silly thought; there’s no way she’ll know or even be thinking of that, but I can’t stop. I’m so paranoid. She’s sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in her hands watching some reality show on TV when we get inside. I pause it and sit on the couch with Caleb by my side.
“Oh dear,” she says, noticing my need to talk. Her elbows rest on her knees as she looks at us both. “Go on. Spit it out.”
Okay. “I’m moving out.”
“No,” she says with a firm shake of her head. “You can’t afford to get distracted.”
“Mum,” I hiss and squeeze Caleb’s hand. “I’m eighteen. I’ve finished college. All that’s left is University and I promise I’m not going to mess up. It means a lot to me. You know that.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not happening.”