Chapter One
1999
“Lance, I can’t. I’m not ready.”
Lance moved his lips down Samantha’s neck. “Please, baby.”
Samantha closed her eyes for a second, reveling in the feel of his lips on the sensitive spot on her neck. He was such a good kisser and the heavy weight of his body felt so comforting on her, but she wasn’t ready to have sex with him yet. She moved her hands up to his chest and gently pushed him off. “I can’t,” she murmured, hoping she sounded convincing, if not to him, then at least to herself.
Lance rolled off her with a sigh, putting his arm around her shoulders. She moved to her side, settling herself tight up against him and rested her head on his chest. “Please don’t be mad,” she said her voice barely a whisper. Lance had been pressuring her to have sex with him for the past couple of months. Part of her wanted to, but something kept holding her back.
They’d been together on and off for the last four years since she was thirteen. He was a year older than her. They’d started seriously dating six months ago and she wasn’t ready to take that step with him. She needed more time.
She loved him with all of her heart. That wasn’t the issue. Even though she was only seventeen, there was something about him and their relationship that told her they’d be together forever, that Lance was her soul mate. She knew he felt the same way; he’d told her on numerous occasions. Her best friend Renee told her he could be saying those things to get into her pants, but the look in his eyes when he said them made her believe it deep in her soul. She could see the raw love and emotion there. They had always seemed to have this crazy connection that brought them back to each other over and over again, no matter what, even at such a young age.
Samantha picked her head up and turned around to look at the clock near her bed. “Babe, you better go. My mom will be home soon.” She got up off the bed and straightened her shirt. Samantha’s parents were divorced. She lived with her mom who worked full time, leaving Samantha and her sister home alone fairly often. Lance would sneak over and the two of them would spend hours making out on her bed. Lately though, he didn’t seem content with just kissing.
She got up from the bed and grabbed a hair band from her dresser, throwing her long blond hair back into a ponytail. Watching him in the mirror as he got up off the bed and slipped on his shoes, she couldn’t help but second-guess herself. She wanted him, so what was she waiting for? These marathon make-out sessions left her feeling unsatisfied with a dull ache deep in her belly, like something was missing. She resisted the urge to brush the blonde piece of soft hair that fell over his eyes as he bent over to tie his shoes.
He stood up and grabbed her around the waist and kissed her softly. She could feel how excited he was as he pressed his hips into hers. “Maybe soon?” He looked down at her with his gray eyes pleading.
Getting up on tiptoe, she reached up to kiss him. He was so much taller than her and she loved it. He would wrap her up in his arms and she always felt so safe and secure against him.
She rested her head on his chest. “Maybe.” She was afraid if she didn’t give in soon, Lance would move on and find someone that would be.
***
Lance drove away from Samantha’s with a smile and a raging hard on. He loved her so much and God, he loved to kiss those lips of hers. When he left, the sight of her standing in the doorway with her lips swollen from his kisses tugged at his heartstrings.
She was so innocent and kissed him with such passion. Yes, he harassed her about wanting more, but honestly, he was fine with kissing her for hours. The soft whimpers she made when his lips moved to her neck drove him wild. When he would slide his hand under her shirt, his thumb stroking her hard nipple, she would moan and arch
1999
“Lance, I can’t. I’m not ready.”
Lance moved his lips down Samantha’s neck. “Please, baby.”
Samantha closed her eyes for a second, reveling in the feel of his lips on the sensitive spot on her neck. He was such a good kisser and the heavy weight of his body felt so comforting on her, but she wasn’t ready to have sex with him yet. She moved her hands up to his chest and gently pushed him off. “I can’t,” she murmured, hoping she sounded convincing, if not to him, then at least to herself.
Lance rolled off her with a sigh, putting his arm around her shoulders. She moved to her side, settling herself tight up against him and rested her head on his chest. “Please don’t be mad,” she said her voice barely a whisper. Lance had been pressuring her to have sex with him for the past couple of months. Part of her wanted to, but something kept holding her back.
They’d been together on and off for the last four years since she was thirteen. He was a year older than her. They’d started seriously dating six months ago and she wasn’t ready to take that step with him. She needed more time.
She loved him with all of her heart. That wasn’t the issue. Even though she was only seventeen, there was something about him and their relationship that told her they’d be together forever, that Lance was her soul mate. She knew he felt the same way; he’d told her on numerous occasions. Her best friend Renee told her he could be saying those things to get into her pants, but the look in his eyes when he said them made her believe it deep in her soul. She could see the raw love and emotion there. They had always seemed to have this crazy connection that brought them back to each other over and over again, no matter what, even at such a young age.
Samantha picked her head up and turned around to look at the clock near her bed. “Babe, you better go. My mom will be home soon.” She got up off the bed and straightened her shirt. Samantha’s parents were divorced. She lived with her mom who worked full time, leaving Samantha and her sister home alone fairly often. Lance would sneak over and the two of them would spend hours making out on her bed. Lately though, he didn’t seem content with just kissing.
She got up from the bed and grabbed a hair band from her dresser, throwing her long blond hair back into a ponytail. Watching him in the mirror as he got up off the bed and slipped on his shoes, she couldn’t help but second-guess herself. She wanted him, so what was she waiting for? These marathon make-out sessions left her feeling unsatisfied with a dull ache deep in her belly, like something was missing. She resisted the urge to brush the blonde piece of soft hair that fell over his eyes as he bent over to tie his shoes.
He stood up and grabbed her around the waist and kissed her softly. She could feel how excited he was as he pressed his hips into hers. “Maybe soon?” He looked down at her with his gray eyes pleading.
Getting up on tiptoe, she reached up to kiss him. He was so much taller than her and she loved it. He would wrap her up in his arms and she always felt so safe and secure against him.
She rested her head on his chest. “Maybe.” She was afraid if she didn’t give in soon, Lance would move on and find someone that would be.
***
Lance drove away from Samantha’s with a smile and a raging hard on. He loved her so much and God, he loved to kiss those lips of hers. When he left, the sight of her standing in the doorway with her lips swollen from his kisses tugged at his heartstrings.
She was so innocent and kissed him with such passion. Yes, he harassed her about wanting more, but honestly, he was fine with kissing her for hours. The soft whimpers she made when his lips moved to her neck drove him wild. When he would slide his hand under her shirt, his thumb stroking her hard nipple, she would moan and arch
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