While I was still finishing my drink, playing with the straw and the ice, Felipe called me over for a walk, and before I could even process it, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a more private spot on the side of the house. That’s where he stopped, looked me dead in the eyes with that look that said it all. He came in slow, pressed his body against mine… and kissed me. I didn’t even think about resisting. Truth is, I’d already wanted it.
At first my heart was pounding from nerves. I was scared I’d kiss like shit and he’d go around telling everyone. But fuck, that vanished the second I felt his grip. It was strong, firm, pinning me against the wall, his hand on the back of my neck pulling me in harder. His mouth was hot, and the kiss went deep, tongues meeting in that perfect rhythm.
Suddenly I felt his hands squeezing my ass tight, the kind of grab that sends a shiver straight through you and makes your whole body react. Damn, that felt good! His mouth was delicious and I just wanted to stretch every second out. I don’t know how long that kiss lasted, but it was long enough to make me forget where we were and leave me breathless.
“You’re a fucking temptation, you know that?” he said with that half-smirk.
I let out a nervous laugh, bit my lip and just stood there trying to catch my breath, heart racing and that feeling like I’d gone under and come back up gasping for air.
We headed back to the pool area where everyone was, acting like nothing had happened, but inside? I was burning up. Carol’s kiss had been intense too, but it had been softer. With Lipe… that kiss came with straight-up crazy intensity. I never thought I’d like making out with him this much. That kiss had been really fucking good!
I needed a swim, so that’s what I did. Right then all I wanted was to throw myself in the water to cool off, because I was genuinely hot, like my body was on fire, hard to explain. Once things calmed down inside me, I went back over to where Lipe was with the crew. He gave me that shameless once-over, like he was checking every inch of my body. I was already getting used to those looks, so I just stayed there laughing, drinking and chilling, not overthinking it, just letting it roll.
Later I went home exploding with the need to tell Carol everything. On the way I texted her, and she showed up in minutes. She walked into my room already with that sparkle in her eyes and the grin of someone dying for gossip.
She flopped on the bed next to me and I started spilling everything: from arriving at the party to the kiss and every single sensation that ran through my body. Carol wanted all the details, and I, obviously, didn’t hold back on a single one.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Felipe and I met up again, and guess where? At school, in a corner near the sports court. And what a kiss, holy shit… This guy knows how to turn up the heat! He came at me with that same grip from the first kiss, only multiplied by a thousand.
I felt his body press against mine, firm and hot. Suddenly a wave of heat shot up through my belly and spread between my legs. Without even realizing it, my hips started moving on their own, grinding slow against him. Pretty soon the motion got more intense and we were just dry-humping, hot and instinctive. My pussy was throbbing, completely soaked. I could feel his dick hard, rubbing against me through our school uniforms, and that just made me even crazier. The more I rolled my hips, the wetter I got, soaking my panties.
That’s when it hit me. Holy fuck… I was turned on, dripping wet as hell. And the craziest part: I was getting off kissing a guy who wasn’t Diego.
Felipe knew exactly what he was doing to me and pulled me in even closer. Trying to hang on to a shred of sense, I muttered that we should probably stop, since we were at school and anyone could walk by.
He laughed low against my neck, squeezed my waist and whispered in my ear,
“Fuck, Rafa… I’m so fucking horny! You’re so goddamn hot, you’re driving me insane.”
That sent chills all over me. It was a new feeling, being wanted like that, and I’ll admit it felt really good hearing him say it. The way he looked at me and touched me woke up something I barely knew how to control or put into words. It was a mix of pleasure and curiosity, and even a raw, carnal urge to go further than just kissing.
But my rational side—or maybe just instinctual fear—put the brakes on.
We got out of there and Felipe invited me to watch a movie at his place. I knew exactly what “movie” he had in mind… but I already told him that session wasn’t happening. For now, I just wanted to keep kissing, without skipping ahead in the script. I had a reputation to protect and didn’t want to risk getting a bad name around school, right?