every move Mark makes, it’s just—
I clamp down on the bottom of my T-shirt a moment before Mark can raise it above chest level.
Undaunted, he shifts his weight, lets my shirt stay on, but plunges both hands underneath it, grasping my bra cups with both hands. Well played , I think as my body responds to his massages against my will. It feels so good Virgin Girl is nearly unconscious. We remain like that for a time, kissing and massaging and floating an inch above the couch.
I try to keep my body completely still and just receive the pleasure bolts coming from Mark’s touch. But then I feel a finger breach the elastic band of my bra and the next thing I know Mark is cupping my left breast underneath my bra and T-shirt. We have skin-to-skin contact. He is fondling my bare boob, and Virgin Girl is wide awake and wondering how far Mark thinks I’ll go on a first date.
The wondering is interrupted by how good it feels to have Mark’s hand on my breast, and I manage to convince Virgin Girl he won’t try to go any further. She relaxes. Right up until he starts slowly grinding his crotch into my thigh. She takes control and I sit upright, easing Mark’s hands out from underneath my shirt. I do manage to continue kissing him, but once the hand-to-hand combat has played itself out, it’s only a minute before Mark pulls away and hits play on the movie.
Both disappointed and relieved, I put my head on his shoulder and our breathing slowly returns to normal. My face feels raw from kissing, and I’m glad the lights are low so Mark can’t see what I look like. I wasn’t really watching before, but there’s no way I can focus on the movie now. I sit, daydreaming about how well our names will fit together when we get married.
At one point, the movie shows some crazy-intense game being played, which makes me think that although the Wolverines are pretty awesome, they have a long way to go. Which then makes me think of star-player-slash-little-brother-extraordinaire, Josh, who was suspicious about me going out tonight. And that thought leads to home and Mom and…
Oh, my God. Mom . Looking at my cell phone, I see it’s nearly midnight. She hasn’t called, probably because she doesn’t want to disturb my date, but she’ll be waiting up for me. “I need to call my mom and let her know I haven’t been kidnapped,” I tell Mark. He nods and continues watching until I elbow his chest. “Umph,” he grunts and holds his side, making me think I’ve hurt him until he starts laughing. He pauses the movie right on a shot of some sweaty guy head-butting a soccer ball. Mark imitates the strained look on the guy’s face with a snarl and makes me laugh.
As I dial my phone he says, “Tell her you got arrested and you need her to come and bail you out.”
“I am not telling my mother I’m in jail.” I give him a playful shove as the phone rings on the other end.
“Come on,” he urges. “It’ll be hilarious!”
I raise an eyebrow, but when I hear my mother’s sleepy voice on the other end, “Wha—? Blaze? What’s wrong?” it’s too perfect a set up to not go for it.
“Hey, Mom.” I grin at Mark. “I got arrested. I need you to come and bail me out of jail.”
“YOU WHAT?” Mom shouts, suddenly awake. Mark must be able to hear her because his big grin shrinks down to a small letter O.
“Just kidding, Mom.” I suddenly remember that the two of us do not have this joking sort of relationship. “Totally kidding. I’m fine. Um… I just wanted to let you know I’ll be home late.”
“My God , Blaze!” Mom is pissed. “I have to be at the hospital early tomorrow! It’s a school night! Are you kidding me?”
“Sorry, Mom. No. I mean yes. I’m just… kidding. Sorry.” I focus on the couch’s armrest as tears threaten to well up in my eyes. I cannot believe I screwed up so bad, but Mark’s watching. I need to hold it together. “I’ll be home soon, ’kay?” I manage to end on a light ish note
I clamp down on the bottom of my T-shirt a moment before Mark can raise it above chest level.
Undaunted, he shifts his weight, lets my shirt stay on, but plunges both hands underneath it, grasping my bra cups with both hands. Well played , I think as my body responds to his massages against my will. It feels so good Virgin Girl is nearly unconscious. We remain like that for a time, kissing and massaging and floating an inch above the couch.
I try to keep my body completely still and just receive the pleasure bolts coming from Mark’s touch. But then I feel a finger breach the elastic band of my bra and the next thing I know Mark is cupping my left breast underneath my bra and T-shirt. We have skin-to-skin contact. He is fondling my bare boob, and Virgin Girl is wide awake and wondering how far Mark thinks I’ll go on a first date.
The wondering is interrupted by how good it feels to have Mark’s hand on my breast, and I manage to convince Virgin Girl he won’t try to go any further. She relaxes. Right up until he starts slowly grinding his crotch into my thigh. She takes control and I sit upright, easing Mark’s hands out from underneath my shirt. I do manage to continue kissing him, but once the hand-to-hand combat has played itself out, it’s only a minute before Mark pulls away and hits play on the movie.
Both disappointed and relieved, I put my head on his shoulder and our breathing slowly returns to normal. My face feels raw from kissing, and I’m glad the lights are low so Mark can’t see what I look like. I wasn’t really watching before, but there’s no way I can focus on the movie now. I sit, daydreaming about how well our names will fit together when we get married.
At one point, the movie shows some crazy-intense game being played, which makes me think that although the Wolverines are pretty awesome, they have a long way to go. Which then makes me think of star-player-slash-little-brother-extraordinaire, Josh, who was suspicious about me going out tonight. And that thought leads to home and Mom and…
Oh, my God. Mom . Looking at my cell phone, I see it’s nearly midnight. She hasn’t called, probably because she doesn’t want to disturb my date, but she’ll be waiting up for me. “I need to call my mom and let her know I haven’t been kidnapped,” I tell Mark. He nods and continues watching until I elbow his chest. “Umph,” he grunts and holds his side, making me think I’ve hurt him until he starts laughing. He pauses the movie right on a shot of some sweaty guy head-butting a soccer ball. Mark imitates the strained look on the guy’s face with a snarl and makes me laugh.
As I dial my phone he says, “Tell her you got arrested and you need her to come and bail you out.”
“I am not telling my mother I’m in jail.” I give him a playful shove as the phone rings on the other end.
“Come on,” he urges. “It’ll be hilarious!”
I raise an eyebrow, but when I hear my mother’s sleepy voice on the other end, “Wha—? Blaze? What’s wrong?” it’s too perfect a set up to not go for it.
“Hey, Mom.” I grin at Mark. “I got arrested. I need you to come and bail me out of jail.”
“YOU WHAT?” Mom shouts, suddenly awake. Mark must be able to hear her because his big grin shrinks down to a small letter O.
“Just kidding, Mom.” I suddenly remember that the two of us do not have this joking sort of relationship. “Totally kidding. I’m fine. Um… I just wanted to let you know I’ll be home late.”
“My God , Blaze!” Mom is pissed. “I have to be at the hospital early tomorrow! It’s a school night! Are you kidding me?”
“Sorry, Mom. No. I mean yes. I’m just… kidding. Sorry.” I focus on the couch’s armrest as tears threaten to well up in my eyes. I cannot believe I screwed up so bad, but Mark’s watching. I need to hold it together. “I’ll be home soon, ’kay?” I manage to end on a light ish note
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