Chapter 47 Time Flies When You’re Falling
-Drew-
We haven’t had the same opportunities since homecoming night to be completely alone in either of our houses.
Annie served her time being grounded, which also meant that for two weeks, I felt grounded, because the only person I wanted to be going out with on Saturday night had been locked behind the walls of the house next door.
I’ve tried to focus on myself, but I’m rather boring, I’ve decided.
I’ve had to relieve myself more than a few times, using images of her from homecoming to fuel my thoughts.
The second Saturday, I asked some of the guys if they wanted to go see a movie.
I needed out of my house that looked out over hers.
A few of the guys from the team had thrown me a bone and gone out with me to see the latest action-adventure.
It was an ‘ok’ movie but, when I drive home, I looked over at the Campbell house and just wanted to go see my girl.
My only saving grace is that I get to see her each morning during the school week.
I’ve gotten up early and been over at her house way too early to get extra time with her.
Her parents seem ok with me being at breakfast even if she is grounded, so I start a new routine.
We use the extra time in the parking lot to catch up on kisses.
I can’t touch her like I want, but the kisses are burning and get my heart racing.
***
When Annie is finally given her phone back and released from her two-week sentence, we agree that the alarm is a ‘stop and put on clothing, no excuses’ alarm.
She’s been so sick of having to stay home that we both agree to go to the batting cages to get out.
She’s been good at it, but I make a point to join her in the cage.
I step behind her, helping her with the motion of her swing.
I am making up a reason to touch her; I want to feel her against me.
Annie knows I don't need to help her, but she does a little wiggle in my arms, pushing herself into my body more as I help her. It looks like I’m not the only one wanting to touch.
When I took my turn, I didn’t have the guy change the speed of the machine: it was fun to hit the ball at this lesser speed.
I do love the crack of the ball against the bat, and I’ve connected on all the balls left in our bucket.
After the last ball connects, she whistles playfully, asking me for an autograph.
“I want the first official autograph when you make it to the big leagues,” she says.
I promise that if I make it, the first autograph will be for her.
She pulls my helmet off my head, then pulls my body against hers, kissing me deeply, not caring who’s watching.
***
We’ve taken to hanging out at one of our houses almost every day.
We do try to connect with our friends, too, but it feels good to be together, no matter the event or activity.
Annie is still the girl who loves sports, and she plans a few events around baseball and football.
Tonight, she’s invited everyone over for the Norman game.
Before her, I didn’t get into college football, but watching with her is entertaining.
She yells at the TV, telling them, pass, pass, pass or get him, get him, get him.
It is a close game; she’s even gotten up from next to me, pacing the living room.
Most of our friends are pretty big fans, too.
It makes these game nights fun and full of conversation.
Craig has joined Annie in her pacing as Norman drives the field on offense.
Luke is sitting on the edge of his seat, focused on the plays—he has even stopped his wisecracks.
I watch, and when the QB connects with the tight-end, the group goes crazy.
Craig wraps up Annie in a hug, and Luke joins them in the celebration of the touchdown and eventually the win.
Everyone goes home, and I’m the only one here now, snuggling my girl on the couch, kissing her occasionally.
Her dad has established a pattern of coming to the end of the hallway but not into the room to tell us it was almost curfew.
He is the “curfew king,” as Annie calls him at the end of the night.
Annie always walks me to the front door, and we steal one more moment before I have to head home.
***
Annie comes over to my house a lot, but she’s yet to be completely comfortable messing around like we did after homecoming.
Sure, we’ve removed clothing again, but it is only in half measures and never both of us at the same time.
I understand her position; even if my parents don’t care, they are in the house.
I’ve let her know that in all the years I’ve been bringing girls home, I’ve never had them check in, but she isn’t convinced.
She tells me more than once it would be her luck that one time she’d give in, we would be interrupted.
She’d never be able to show her face at my house again.
Her other reason is that we both tended to be vocal in our climax.
She gives me the example of me chanting “So good, Angel” at a pretty loud volume on homecoming night.
I joke back, “At least they would know that something behind my door was SOOOO GOOOOD,” and she throws a playful punch into my upper arm.
She replies, “Well, in that train of thought, they would also discover that I know your name,” and she jokingly moans, “DDDRRREEEWW.” That sound from her turns my blood to fire, and I want to get her undressed again.
***
Thanksgiving is next week, and Annie is going to be gone all week, visiting her grandparents in Texas.
I’m not looking forward to almost a week without her.
We’ve planned a full day of activities to do today before she leaves tomorrow.
I suggested to my parents yesterday that they needed to get out on Saturday night.
Mom has been focused on a new project, and they both said it sounded like a good idea.
After Mom headed back into her studio, Dad clapped me on the back.
He’d told me to have fun, but that he wasn’t old enough for grandkids.
I’d told him he didn’t have anything to worry about.
He’d patted me on the back again before walking away.
I mean, I did want to have sex with Annie, but I wasn’t going to rush her to it.
I wasn’t going to try to squeeze our first time together in before my parents got home from a date.
Her first time should be special, and I am still trying to figure out when she might let me know she is ready and how to make it something we both never forget.
Tonight, I am ok with getting her completely naked in my bedroom and having her shout and moan my name again.
She’d be able to be vocal to her heart's content with the empty house.
***
Now, I am trying to be patient in my room, waiting for her to text me. I lost my patience by noon, I'm "pathetic". I picked up my phone send a message to her.
Drew
You almost ready?
Annie Campbell
Sorry, Dad wanted me all packed before I left to go out
He is packing the car so we can leave bright and early tomorrow
Drew
No worries
But I’m bored and need attention
Annie Campbell
Dimples, what are you going to do for a full week without me?
Drew
Lose my mind
Annie Campbell
Oh Dimples, give me 10 more minutes
Drew
Timer set, I’ll be over in 10
I don’t know what I’m going to do for a week without Annie.
I’ll make sure to get in all the drills Coach has given me.
I’ve already planned a few times at the batting cages with Craig and Luke.
I’m sure I’ll see Daniel at some point over the week since he will be home.
Maybe I’ll make the effort to see if he wants to do any gaming while he is home.
That is one of the few things that Annie isn’t into.
She’s humored me, watching me and the guys playing the latest football game, but she mostly looks at her phone, snuggling into my side while we name-call and give each other shit.
***
It’s hard to think of my life over the last four months without thinking of moments with Annie.
It’s easier with her than any other relationship I’ve had before.
In past relationships, I’ve had thoughts of the girl being clingy or that I’ve gotten bored in their company.
In the case of girls like Meg, things had faded into friendship.
With Annie, we’d started as friends, and the chemistry has only increased; there has been no hint of it decreasing as we spend more time together.
I wanted to chalk it up to the fact that we haven’t had sex, but I can’t because I’ve noticed my heart racing in weird moments.
Moments like when we are just snuggled together, or when she is talking to me about my future career.
As I think about this feeling, I think she may be leading me to have to find a new answer to the question, “What’s something you’ve never done in a relationship?
” I check my phone. The ten minutes are up, and I’m done waiting to see my girl.