Starburst by Jettie Woodruff

her.
    “Let’s
eat before I perish and have to call my dad and tell him that you’re not
feeding me,” she told him and took his hand and pulled him inside with her.
    “You
are going to perish and then call him?”
    “You’re
going to perish if you don’t stop being a wiseass,” Alley threatened, and he
laughed.
    Trevas
fixed them both a plate, and they took it to the couch.
    “Hmm,
this is delicious,” she told him as she often did with his cooking. He browned
sirloin steak in olive oil and Italian dressing and then baked it in the oven
with potatoes, onions, peppers and mushrooms in a homemade sauce that he had
thrown together.
    “I
think it needs more Worcestershire sauce,” he replied.
    “Yeah
totally,” she told him, with her ‘whatever’ look.
    “You
have no clue, what that is do you?”
    “Nope,”
she admitted. “You would get along great with my mom. She is always making some
kind of fancy dish and watching stupid cooking shows.”
    “Really?
Your mom likes to cook?” he asked surprised, thinking that she was like
Fletcher and had her meals prepared for her.
    “No,
I was joking,” she replied sarcastically.
    “That’s
it wiseass, you’re eating peanut butter for the next two weeks.”
    “I
like peanut butter.”
     
    Trevas
took her empty plate and cleaned up their plates, and she took her laptop and
turned down the covers on the bed.
    “Are
these sheets clean?” she wanted to know before she crawled into them.
    “Yes,
they are clean. My mom was just over here last weekend and cleaned and changed
the sheets,” he assured her.
    She
slid out of her shorts and climbed into the bed and turned her laptop on. “You
don’t have to always clean up after me,” she told him while she waited for her
laptop to power on.
    “Yeah
sure, I think that Alley is used to being spoiled and not doing anything for
herself.”
    “Yeah,
she kind of is,” she replied smiling at him.
    Alley
messed around on her computer for a little bit and then moved it to the stand.
She got up and went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and then Trevas went
in to do the same.
    When
he returned she was standing leaned up against the back of the couch, facing
the bed and he stopped. She stared at him from the short distance between them,
and he stared back looking at how beautiful she was standing there in the
skimpy tank-top, and even skimpier white lace panties.
    “Come
here,” she whispered and he couldn’t have been stopped if he would have had a
gun to his head.
    “You
are so beautiful Alley,” he said taking her in his arms. He ran his hand down
her bare arm and to her wrist and slowly kissed her. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, and he pulled her up to the back of the couch, and she wrapped
her legs around his waist. He held her there and kissed her for a long time,
she pulled away enough to remover her shirt. He looked down at her and ran is hand
from her hair, down her shoulder and to her chest, staring absorbedly the whole
time. He continued to kiss her while his hands continued to enjoy her breast
and then he picked her up and turned, walking the two steps to the bed and
slowly bent to place her carefully on the bed. She scooted back, and he
followed not letting her out of his arms.
    “Take
your shirt off,” she told him, wanting to feel him on her and he obliged.
    Trevas
continued to kiss her, lose control and gain it back all at the same time. Alley
was having a hard time controlling her own emotions as her breathing and heart
picked up. She felt a yearning in the pit of her stomach. Alley moved her hands
to the button on his jeans, and he looked down at her hands and then back at
her face. She knew the look, and she was right. He put his hand over hers to
stop her, and she knew she was losing him.
    “Trevas
don’t!” she demanded with a look of warning.
    She
moved back to him and took his mouth again, forcing her tongue into his mouth
and briefly his tongue entwined with hers and then he