About 15 minutes later, we arrived at his house.After I had removed his hand, he held it right above my knee, giving small, gentle strokes to my skin. I'd rather his hand be there a thousand times and not higher, that's something I can't stand very well.Why do I get all these feelings when he touches me? Why does he bring this on me every time he looks at me or says something I don't end up understanding?I shouldn't feel this, I shouldn't like it; but it does. And worst of all, I want to keep feeling it, I really do, even though I shouldn't.I don't want to get in trouble, and I don't want him to get in troubleWe broke into his house once we got out of the car.He closes the door behind me and then comes in front of me. There's a little smile on his lips when she looks at me, I swallow hard just to see it.My heart quickens once more when his hand reaches my shoulder. I thought he'd start touching me again, but he just slips the handles of my backpack to get it out. I breathe a si
From my mouth escapes a squeak that I silence instantly when he pulls from me with a rapture toward him."I know you want this as much as I do. . . " he whispers in my ear. His words are accompanied by actions, sliding his hand from my shoulder to my hips. "And I also know that you are driving me crazy and every day I wish you were mine more. . . " He says, kissing and nibbling my neck, making me feel thousands of pleasant sensations that I discovered I could feel just two days ago. "I want to have you, baby. . ."My back involuntarily arches and my eyes close to the feeling of his kisses and small bites on my neck. It feels so good. . . "I want to make you feel that you want so much. . . " I feel his hand coming down to the edge of my underwear, but I do nothing to stop it, "let me do it, okay?" he asks, in a murmur. "Just let me do it. . ."My eyes open like dishes and a gasp comes out of my mouth as he puts his hand inside my underwear. Why does he do that? Why. . . All thought
Marylise"I want..." I swallow hard and breathe a sigh "I want you to touch me" I mean, in a deep murmur. I look him in the eye before asking for something I didn't think I could have asked for before–: "Touch me, daddy. . ."~*~I just said something I never thought I'd say. I just asked him to touch me, I just asked him. . . and it's something I'm not regretting.I really want him to do it, I want him to finish what he started two days ago, I want him to feel what he says, I want him to make me feel what he says, I want him to show me all those things he promised he would show me if he agreed. I really want it, I really want it.I've always been a very shy person, I've always been cautious and I think about the pros and cons of the situation I'm in. But now that bold and determined Marylise has taken hold of me, because I don't think the one who said that is usually me. That Marylise eager to go out and do what I never imagined she would do, that person I am right now and I don't ca
Why does this feel better and better?The first day he touched me felt good, but not like today. The second day I felt a hundred times better, but not more than now. Maybe it's because I didn't want to do it before, and now I'm convinced that I want to keep feeling it, I want to find out what's beyond this, I want to know that place that he promised to take me to, I want to find out.Or maybe it's just because I haven't felt these two feelings combined before.I don't know, but it feels so good. . .I feel as the heat begins to flood my body and that feeling in my belly that I still can't decipher increases with each of your movements.I have my eyes closed, just because I don't think I can keep them open for long."Do you like it when I do this?" he murmurs near my ear.My back bends involuntarily and a moan escapes me that I can not stop in time when it accelerates its movements a little. I bite my lower lip forcefully trying to silence that sound emitted by my mouth before mutterin
I don't. . . What rules? We never agreed on rules. . .Why did I have to say that? I hate myself and I hate my mouth. Damn it. . .Oh, I don't have to say that. . ."Are you angry with me?" he inquires, in a playful tone.That's when I realize that I have my arms folded over my chest and my brow frowned in indignation.The truth is, it bothers me that he stops right now. Let him do it again. I already agreed, he's supposed to finish what's left unfinished, isn't he?"I'm the one who should be upset with you for all the times you've made me hot" Giggle a little," but I don't because I know you'll soon reward me for those days" Bite his lower lip and wink at me.Reward him? What?"But, listen," he goes up to the bed and sits on the edge. He signs me with his hand, telling me to come closer. I obey and sit beside him."If I don't please you enough. . . , I mean, if you didn't let me please you"corrects me "You can do it yourself. . .""To do what?" I dare ask, for I have not understood a
I don't know what to do. I don't want to do what he asked me to do. It's very embarrassing and awkward for me. I've never done it, I don't even have a clear idea how to do it. Why did he ask me that? Why did he do it if he knows perfectly well I don't want to? Maybe that's why, maybe it was because he wanted to "punish me" for having soiled my mouth with those words, as he said. I shouldn't have said that. If I hadn't slipped away now, I'd already know what it's like to get to that place you promised to take me to, and I wouldn't have to find out for myself. How will it feel to be there? He said I'd like it. Although I'm still not quite sure what he means exactly, I guess it'll feel good to get there, for him to get me there, not to do it on my own. But, to be honest, I'm anxious to get to the end and know what it feels like. He's done it three times already, he's left me like this three times already, he's stopped for one thing or another and he leaves me wanting more. I know th
I close the door as slowly and cautiously as I can so my mom won't listen to me.I've already checked it out. She's completely asleep. With the pills she takes before going to bed, there's no one to wake her up. My brother's not home. He always goes out at night when Mom's already asleep. I don't know what he'll do while he's out, he never wanted to tell me when I ask. He always makes me swear I won't say anything to Mom and I'll keep my mouth shut. I end up doing it because maybe later I can use that to my advantage.I go back to my room and lie down on the bed.How am I going to do that? How am I supposed to take my picture?I have so many doubts and questions. I wish he was here to help me.The shrill sound my phone makes when a message arrives pulls me out of my self-absorption. I get up from my position and sit on the bed so I can pick up the phone from my bedside table.When I go to notifications I see that I have a new message. I open the app and, in the preview, I see that I
MaryliseYesterday was too much. I still can't believe I did it, that I dared to do it. It was so fearless of me, but it felt so good. It's strange because even though I know what I did was wrong and it's something that shouldn't be done, it was definitely exciting.I still wonder what would have happened if I hadn't stopped. I intended to finish, but I was afraid of getting hurt or getting hurt in any way. I don't know if doing that is a good thing, but it does feel good.A sigh escapes from my mouth when my mind evokes the memory of yesterday. To imagine him touching me and making me feel like that is simply vibrant.Why do I feel hot every time I think about it? Why do I feel the need to do it again?No, it wouldn't be right to do it here while he's just under a foot awayYes, we're on our way home right now. He hasn't said a word since he got into his car. I don't know if that's good or bad. isn't he going to ask me something about what I did yesterday? Did I do something he didn'
Harry.My innocent little girl isn't so innocent anymore, and I don't know how to feel about it honestly. I feel like I'm taking away hers naivety, I feel like a murderer of innocence, but I can't lie and say that I don't like it.Shit, what she did last night surprised me a little. I didn't call her to do it, I just wanted her to say anything to cheer me up, since the girl I had kneeling in front of me wasn't good enough. I was the only one available and I had to settle for that.Damn, I want her to do it. I smiled like an idiot at that thought. I have to stop thinking about that if I don't want to get an erection right hereBy the way, where did Marylise go?I've been waiting for her outside hers school for like ten minutes and she doesn't show up. She's usually the one waiting for me, but she's not here now.I look at my watch again. 2:19 marked this one. It's been too long. Maybe he's been checking up, or he's been entertaining himself. I don't know, but I'm already getting desper
Marylise.I don't know what to do tomorrow. I don't want Harry to be mad at me, but I also don't want to tell Brent that I won't be able to go.Seeing his happy face when I told him I would going, it made me feel something strange. I don't want to tell him that I'm not always going, I don't want to take that smile off his face, I would feel so bad doing that.In any case, what could Harry do to me if I go?He said he wouldn't hurt me, that he would never hurt me. He can't hit me or force me to do something I don't want. He can't, he promised me, and I trust him. I know he won't hurt me.I keep thinking about what he said to me..."I don't want to have to punish you"I don't understand what kind of punishment he can do to me. Will he leaves me without a TV for a week? Will he takes away my internet or my cell phone?Impossible. Only my parents can do that, and even they haven't done it because I've never misbehaved. Harry can't forbid me anything, even if I say yes, that I'm his. A per
"Ready. . .""Have you finished it yet?" I ask."I think so" He says, frowning his mouth a little as he spreads out his notebook.I take the notebook so I can review the exercise I told him to do, but just looking at the first figures I realize that the result is not the right one."This is wrong" I tell him, to what he looks at me with a frown."What?" he asks, I can feel the alarm in his tone of voice."Here it is 56" I indicate, pointing out the figure where he was wrong."Don't fuck me. . . , where?" take the notebook again and start reviewing it. I laugh quietly when I see him, it's funny."Seven times eight is 56, not 54" I correct, pointing to where a few seconds ago."Well, it's just a number" He says, trying to sound relaxed, but fails terribly."No, if this goes wrong, the result will go wrong" I mean, holding a smile at his worried face."Do I have to do it again?" he asks what I'm sitting down. "No" he says, but it's as if he's begging not to do the exercise again. I nod w
Marylise.After all, my mom did let me go. After dinner, she called Delilah's mother, who confirmed that she would take us to the cinema and that, once the film was finished, she would drop us off at our respective homes; just as I had told her. My mom finally agreed and finally told me that if I could go, on the condition that I came home early and that if I was late for any reason, I would call her to be in the loop.It made me a little exaggerated the absolute control she want to have over the situation, but if she'll let me go, I guess that's fine.At recess time, which was when all the students were out and I could see Brent, Delilah left me alone with him to go with Chad. Although I didn't want to be alone with Brent, I took advantage of that moment to tell him about what my mom said to me and, dare I bet, I've never seen him smile so much.He's so cute when he smiles.Harry looks great too when he makes that gesture. But he almost never really smiles, most of his smiles are las
I look at him and notice that his eyes are closed and his jaw is tight as he tries to concentrate on his breathing. I don't know why he's like this, it's like he's holding somethingI breathe a sigh and turn to the other side, turning my back on him.I don't understand why he gets so close, but in the end he doesn't do anything and just mocks my reaction. I'm tired of that.He had done this before, twice in fact, and it was the same day. He laughed at me when I thought he was going to kiss me and closed my eyes. I didn't like that at all. I felt bad about falling.I feel the bed moving a little bit, which makes me understand that, if he's not up, he's getting closer. I can see it's the second choice when he place one of his hands on my hip and gently caress it as he bring his lips to my shoulder and kiss it.My body acts involuntarily to the sensation, causing my back to bow. At that very moment, I hear him give off a snort that stops quickly. That confuses me a little.He brings his
He lifts me up in the air and holds me in his arms, resting his hands on my butt, while I cling to his hip with my legs so as not to fall, all this while giving out hasty, wet kisses on my neck.He's walking awkwardly into what I guess is his room, as he's probably not seeing where he's walking and is only guided by his memory.He takes one of his hands off my ass and just holds me up with one so he can open the door to his room. Once opened, he puts it back in the previous place and pulls me up a bit in one motion, pushing me upwards so that I fit well. Finally he finishes opening the door with his foot and walks into the room with me in his arms.He walks to the bed and leaves me on it, then climbs up the feet of the bed and crawls towards me. His action makes me laugh a bit, it looks nice and provocative at the same time doing that.I feel a chill running through my whole body when his fingers touch the skin of my legs. He takes one of his hands towards the closure of my skirt at m
When I see him, I feel a little uncomfortable, his expression is not at all friendly and that overwhelms me a little."Have you finished saying goodbye or do you want me to take a walk and then come for you?" He asks, in a biting and irritated tone of voice.I don't know what to say to that.He snorts and rolls his eyes to the sky before jawing—: "Get in the car"I obey instantly and get in the car as soon as he opens the door just because I don't want to make him angry.Why is he like this? Did I do something?Seconds after entering he does so too, slamming the door, making him jump in my place with the shrill noise.It makes me nervous when I see that frown and the way he squeezes his teeth making his jaw muscles protrude; for a moment I fear he may break it and injure himself.I don't think I can ask him anything, but I want to. I want to know why he's like this"Are you angry?" I ask, feeling a slight tremor in my voice."No" Denies, sharp.I should have left it that way."And why
My hands begin to tremble and my heart beats arrhythmically. I feel anxious, lost, and I feel like throwing up. "Put it to me, won't you?" she says, biting her lower lip slightly. I couldn't help but look at her in disgust at the same time as I feel my face burn.Shall I introduce her? Who the hell does she think she is?"Are you talking about Harry?" inquires Delilah, more confused than before."Oh, his name is Harry. . . nice name," says the girl, with a stupid smile on her face. I don't like this girl.I have to get out of here, I don't want to be asked any more questions I can't even answer. I don't want them to find out who Harry really is."I have to. . ." I get up from my seat quickly and take the tray of food in my hands. "I have to go" I announce to almost run out of there.I hear Brent and Delilah calling me, but I don't listen to them. I just need to get some air. I need to get out of here.I throw the leftovers of my food in the trash and leave the tray in place before I
Marylise. I can't stop thinking about what Harry did to me yesterday. The way he made me feel. Maybe that's why the lines in my notebook are blank, maybe that's why I've focused fifty percent on classes compared to how I did it before I met him. Perhaps that is why professors have come to my attention several times over the last few days. I think being with him is affecting my academic performance, but as long as it doesn't affect my grades, it's okay, right?, I don't know. Well, I think that's something I don't care about at all, because it feels really good to be with him and it makes me feel all that. I have to find a balance between study and. . . fun, as you call it. I can't help but smile when I think about it. He always says, "Let's have fun" or something. It feels great to have fun with him. I better pay attention to the class. . . The shrill noise produced by the break-out bell makes me come out of my pondering abruptly, causing me to make a small jump in my seat. Now t