Chapter 7
seven
. . .
Prom was lovely. Andy looked amazing in his tux and matched his tie to my lavender dress. He got along with all of my friends and actually seemed to have a good time. We slow danced and he told me I looked beautiful about a hundred times.
After prom there was a small gathering of just our group at my friend Shannon’s house and we camped out in the field behind her house.
I thought Andy might try to fool around, or maybe even have sex.
We haven’t talked about it, but we’ve been together for over a month now and though I’ve never wanted to take this step with any other guy, I want to with him.
I know it won’t be his first time, like it will be for me, but it doesn’t bother me because of the way he treats me every day.
He’s sweet and kind, respectful and gentle.
He’s always the one who puts on the breaks.
So now that prom is over I need to make my intentions clearer.
Andy is picking me up in a few minutes. I’ve got my favorite skinny jeans on, paired with a soft pink off the shoulder sweater and a lacy black bralette.
Yes, I’m trying to tempt my boyfriend into doing more than just kissing me.
I’m aching for him to touch me. I have never ached for anything in my life!
When I open the door, I see his eyes roam all over my body, lingering just a second longer on my bare shoulder and the black lace that peeks through just slightly where the edge of my sweater rests low on my chest.
“H-hi.” His voice cracks and I reel in the smile that wants to break out on my face.
It's on!
“Hey!” I say, in a perfectly normal tone, loving the effect this outfit is having on him already.
“Hi.” He repeats. I giggle and shut the door, sneaking a soft kiss on his lips as I walk past him.
“Where do you want to go tonight?” He clears his throat and reaches for the passenger door. “You said you wanted to plan our date, so just tell me where to drive.”
I wait until he walks around to the driver’s side before answering him. “I thought maybe we could go get some burgers and fries from Pete's? I've been craving something greasy all day. Then there’s a great spot where we can see the sunset. How does that sound?”
“Sounds great.” He sounds like he’s recovered from getting a peek at my bra, so we’re able to make simple conversation on the way to Pete’s.
Then, holding our dinner safely on my lap until we get to our final destination, I navigate him to a spot Shannon told me about.
It’s her uncle’s property and he’s on vacation, so there’s no one here.
We have a gorgeous view of the lake as the sun sets as we eat our food.
I set my fries down and lick my fingertips, not missing the way Andy fumbles with his own fries, dropping a few on his lap.
“Here, let me help you,” I say as I start to brush the salt off his lap.
He quickly grabs my wrist, just as my hand reaches higher on his thigh. He moves his seat back and reaches for a few fries he dropped at his feet. He doesn’t know it, but he’s just given me exactly what I want.
While he finishes cleaning up, I shift in my seat and when he looks up I’m already halfway to his lap. He has no time to stop me, and honestly I think he’s too shocked to even do anything at this point.
“Lainey, what are you–” I stop his nonsensical talking with a kiss.
I start soft and slow, waiting for him to catch up.
His tongue slides across my upper lip and open up for him, letting out a sigh of appreciation.
Our kiss deepens and I grip his hair with one hand, the other one sliding down his chest to his stomach.
His muscles clench as he groans. I need to hear that sound again immediately.
“Lainey, we should slow down.” I stop my hands and bring our foreheads together. I can’t see his eyes, but I can feel his quick breaths.
“Andy, I want you. I want your hands on me. I want my hands on you. I want you to kiss me all over. Please. Don’t you want me?”
“I want you so badly, Lainey, you have no idea. But I don’t want to rush anything. I don’t want to rush you.” His hands are stroking my lower back slowly.
“You’re not rushing me. I'm asking you for more. I'll tell you if I can't handle it. Okay?” Our breathing has evened out a bit more now and I move my face away so I can see his eyes.
He nods, and immediately I start kissing him again, picking up where we left off. His hands travel towards my hips as his hold tightens and I revel in the knowledge that he wants me.
Yes, this. I want THIS!
He moves his hands up my thighs and slides his fingers under my sweater. The skin-to-skin contact sends goosebumps all over my body and I scoot closer to him. Our centres meet and I feel it. I feel him. He’s so hard against me. His hands grip tightly around my ribs and he lets out another groan.
I instinctively start grinding against him right as his hand reaches my breast. I gasp and he stiffens.
“It feels so good, Andy,” I reassure him so he’ll keep going.
I keep moving against him, faster now as something builds inside me.
It feels like the tingles you get after your leg falls asleep, starting at my toes and traveling all the way to the back of my neck.
He pinches my nipple lightly over my bralette and I grind harder against him. “Again,” I plead, and he obliges.
He groans again as he kisses my neck and whispers my name. “Lainey, my beautiful Lainey.” He bites my ear lobe then licks behind it and I lose all control.
“Andy I… what’s happen… Oh my god, Andy!
” I see fireworks behind my tightly shut eyes as I arch back, still grinding into him.
Andy’s body stiffens and he groans again louder this time.
On the outside, my body is stiff, but inside I’m entirely liquid.
Like hot lava molding over every surface of Andy's body.
I collapse on top of him and bury my face in his neck, panting.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Andy, I… I don’t know what just happened.” I’m still breathing hard, surprised I can get any coherent words out of my mouth.
He’s running his fingers through my hair with one hand and gently rubbing up and down my back with the other. “You just had an orgasm, sweet girl. How do you feel?”
“I can honestly say I have never been better. When can we do that again?” My body is limp on top of his and that’s when I feel the wetness on his lap. I flinch slightly and move so I’m sitting on his thighs, but keep my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly into my hair.
“What? Does that mean you…? Oh. Oh! No, no. Andy, don’t be sorry.” I cradle his face with my hands so he can look at me, but he keeps his eyes low. “That just means you enjoyed this as much as I did. And we did it together. Please don’t be sorry about that, okay?”
“Well, when you put it like that… yeah. Okay.” His beautiful eyes finally meet mine and I let go of his face, resting my hands on his chest. He brings his own hand over mine, so that my hand is now over his heart.
“Lainey,” he swallows and takes a deep breath. His heart is beating fast. So, so fast. “I love you.” And now my heartbeat matches his.
“Andy, I—“
“No, you don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know. I wanted to look you in the eyes and tell you. That’s all.” God, this might be the best day of my life.
“Andy. Listen to me. What I was going to say…” I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes, working up the nerve to say the words I so badly need to get out.
I open my eyes and continue. “What I was going to say is that I know. I know you love me. I feel your love. Every day. And I hope you feel mine too.”
He lets out a long breath, the smallest hint of a smile in the corners of his lips. I take his other hand and settle it over my heart. “I love you, Andy.”
I bring our foreheads together and we just sit like that for a long time. We say nothing else, we just sit and breathe one another in. When the silence is finally broken, it’s by the velvety voice I’ve loved since I first heard it.
“I do. I do feel it.” He brings our lips together and whispers onto my mouth, “Thank you for loving me, Lainey.” Then he kisses me and I feel the devotion, the reverence and the honesty of the kiss. I feel it and I give it all right back to him.