"I don't want to move at all from here," she quietly said. "Please ... don't make me move. Then, after the two of us had taken our places laying back down on the lounge chairs before I resumed time once more."Wow," was the first thing uttered from her lips. "I never realized how noisy it was out here.""You get used to it," I replied with a casual shrug. She then looked over at me, smiling with such enthusiasm like I'd never seen before from her."Thank you ... for one hell of a time," she said. I nodded to her with a smile of my own. "Now, I'm exhausted as hell. I think I'm just gonna sunbathe for a while.""And I'll probably just going to burn," I replied, calmly getting to my feet. "Better get some pool time in while I still can.""Have fun. Just swim where I can keep an eye on you, young man."We both grinned once more at each other, both of us very satisfied after everything we'd shared together.I decided to do a few laps around the pool, all while getting in a few glances ove
After I got home, I took a good look in the bathroom mirror at that hickey Elizabeth gave me. She went all out that thing was really noticeable on the lily white canvas that was my skin. I didn't think there was any possible way for me to conceal it apart from wearing a turtleneck or putting a huge bandage on it and pretending it's a scrape. Then again, I could wear it and show it off proudly like a medal of manliness. But I shrugged that idea off. I wasn't hankering to brag over it.There was still the issue of dealing with the thing, though. I curiously held my hand over the bruise, imagining what it would look like without it there. As I took my hand away, my eyes widened in surprise. The bruise had begun to rapidly heal right before my eyes until it was no more.I stood there with my jaw firmly on the floor for a good few moments. I calmly poked at the spot where the hickey once was to confirm that it was, in fact, gone. I would've thought I was going crazy, but with everything th
I grabbed Tamara's present and headed outside to wait for the city bus. It was a nice day, just a few clouds around, and subtly cool out. I was sitting on the bus bench across from an old lady. I casually glanced over at her, realizing that she'd been staring at me. She gave me an uncomfortably interested smirk which parted back her wrinkly cheeks as she looked me over. I quickly faced forward again, staring off into the distance, whimpering nervously and hoping that bus would come quick.My hopes came true as, just a couple moments later, the bus slowed to a stop before us. A handful of people got off from the back exit while the old lady slowly made her way up the steps. I had the sneaking suspicion that she was putting on a show for me by wiggling her broad hips as she stepped up. I covered my face in both hands, shaking my head and wishing that this was not happening to me.Fortunately enough, the old woman took a seat far in the front of the bus, while I sat somewhere in the midd
"So, January 2nd, huh?" I asked her. "Must be nice not to have your birthday on the craziness of New Year's.""Yeah," she replied with a smile as she, too, looked around at the others. "My parents always joke that I'm an 'almost-New Year's baby.' It starts getting eye-rolling after a while.""Is that why they're not here?""They decided to be super-cool and thought I was responsible enough to handle my own party. And, of course, I totally am.""It's nice, though," I remarked. "You have a lot of friends. That doesn't surprise me, though.""Why's that?"I then let my mind take a backseat as I replied, "Because you're beautiful."She was stunned by the sudden compliment. "Anthony ...," she muttered in surprise."A beautiful person, I meant," I added, trying to make up for that stumble. I don't even know why I said that. Although I did mean it, I didn't mean for it to just slip out so suddenly. "Sorry, didn't mean to make things weird."She smiled warmly. "It's fine. You're really sweet.
With my cup full of soda, I stood at the entrance of the sliding glass door. I narrowed my eyes as I watched Latisha get up from her seat and walk over to one of the boys sitting at the edge of the pool - the same one that threw the football at me. He casually spun the ball in his hand as she leaned down and whispered something to him. She then briefly pointed in my direction, causing the boy to look up at me for just a second before looking away. She then smiled as she walked away and took the steps down into the pool.That wasn't suspicious.At the risk of walking into some kind of trap, I headed back out onto the pool deck to take my seat across from Tamara again now that Latisha was away. She smiled in relief to see me again."Hey," she greeted me. "Glad you didn't decide to leave."I shrugged as I placed my soda cup on the table. "It's your birthday party; not hers. Of course I'd stay. Even if I am pretty much in enemy territory.""I'm really sorry about that," she said with conc
She surprised me as she then placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned in to introduce her lips to my own. I wasted not a moment before holding her in both arms. She responded happily and did the same. The two of us were instantly pulled into the magic of our kiss, deepening it into something more warm and passionate. She sighed quietly in content, our heads moving up and down as our lips danced around one another. She was so eager to keep going and to keep pressing forward. It wasn't long before the initially innocent kiss turned into a heavy make-out session.I stroked the silky skin of her back, all the while keeping that damned football held tightly in my other hand. She began to softly moan with an eagerness and attraction for me like I'd never seen before. She brought a hand up to my face, stroking and caressing it with her fingertips - being careful not to let her fingernails scrape my skin.We then pulled away for a moment to catch our breath. She grinned with a beaming elat
Tamara led me by the hand up the stairs. It was so pleasant to hear the noisy sounds of the crowd outside starting to fade away into peaceful quiet. She took me all the way down the hall, opening the door into her bedroom. I was already swirling with ideas as to where this was headed, but I knew Tamara was too upset. I could only hope that Darrell and the others figure I left and would settle down."We'll be safe from those goons in here," she quietly said, partially closing the door. She then turned to face me. She still had a sorrow in her eyes, almost as if it was her fault that all of this happened. I couldn't let her think that way."Tamara, I'm really sorry," I responded."No," she quickly spoke. "I'm the one who's sorry. I should've ... maybe I could've had two different parties, you know? And you and I could've just hung out together by ourselves for a while. I didn't think Latisha would be this bitter ..."Her lip trembled, visibly on the verge of tears. I tried desperately t
Then, she released me from her mouth with a loud sigh. Both of us panted lustfully as I helped her get to her feet. Once she stood before me, she eagerly shoved her lips over my own, engaging us in a deeply intimate kiss. As our lips happily locked together, she let go of my hands and put her arms under my own to hold my upper back. I did the same for her, holding her tightly as we kissed with vigorous passion.When she pulled away from the kiss, we continued to gently pant at each other. Her eyes rapidly shifted back and forth between my own for a moment. She then let her arms drag as she pulled me toward her while moving backward. She tumbled over the foot of her bed, taking me with her as I fell atop her. The mood was quite earnest between us. We met each other for another ardent kiss, her body simultaneously sliding back until she could rest her head on the pillow. She quickly reached down, whipping her swimsuit bottom down her legs and tossed them carelessly to the floor. She spr