hefty

chapter 3

Sydney

When I visit Harper's house, I always feel a few flutters in my stomach. After all, there is always the possibility of seeing Tommy. This time, then? It's unique. I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate when I ring the doorbell.

Who was that young lady on the transport the previous evening?

She was daring. She specified her requirements.

Perhaps it was related to the bus's pitch-black interior. the back row's isolation. Or on the other hand perhaps I was simply mega horned up in the wake of watching Tommy cut through young men a portion of his size.

I don't know, but I almost feel like I dreamed everything.

Reimagining all of my fantasies is necessary. He outperformed everyone. I've been licking his kisses all day and can still taste it on my lips. My palm is etched with the size and shape of his s*x as well as the sounds he made when he arrived. Every time I consider them, I get goose bumps. how he forced his hips upward from the seat and into my grasp. how he referred to me as "baby."

What if he feels bad about it?

Imagine a scenario in which he hangs out in his room the entire evening and I've showered body fog on my clothing and bra for no good reason. And what will transpire if he does not avoid me?

What could occur?

Last night, I surprised myself by doing an adequate hand job. However, I have no idea what is waiting at the subsequent base or whether or not we are following the rules. All I know is that I want to be close to him so much that it hurts my throat. I miss him. I generally miss him, yet this time it's more serious. Physically acute. There is a persistent ache between my thighs that seems to pulse in his name because we did not have time for him to touch me last night.

Harper smiles as she opens the door, but her face quickly changes to one of confusion.

"Why are you so vividly pink?"

I say, "It's hot out here," too quickly.

She points out that it is October.

I sneeze as I squeeze into the house I've considered a second home ever since I was a kid and say, "Oh, just let me in." Because I need to talk to you, I arrived early.

"Oh, sure?" As usual, we head for the kitchen, where the snacks are, as Harper closes the door behind me. The group of five girls who are coming over tonight for the sleepover will find party-sized bags of Doritos and a carton of donuts on the kitchen table. Did Miguel finally invite you to your homecoming? I shrug my shoulders. No. It's about… "

I point in the overall bearing of Tommy 's room.

Harper looks interested as she tilts her head. And him?"

Now that Harper has asked me about what happened on the bus, I'm nervous. However, I didn't even think about not telling her. We are best buddies. Everything is shared with one another, and this is no exception. Additionally, I've had a crush on Tommy for so long that she no longer finds it offensive. We kissed," I murmur. " Last night, on the bus.

Her eyes twofold in size. " What?” She speaks.

“I know!” I mouth back.

She falls back against the kitchen counter. " Holy crap! What happens next?"

"I'm not sure. It happened out of the blue. I dance anxiously on the chunks of my feet. " Perhaps he simply needs to connect two or multiple times?"

I don't know how he feels, you know. about anything, but not the Cubs or lasagna. Tommy is a safe that is locked.

I nod. “ Also, I don't know how he feels. But I wanted to make sure you were aware of what had occurred. I wouldn't keep anything like this from you, Harps. "Of course you wouldn't," she said. Her eyes sparkle with a twinkle as she purses her lips. What's more, it's great that you told me, so I can cover for you assuming you go sneaking around later."

"My face is pink once more, doesn't it?"

She chuckles. Magenta.”

Half and hour after the fact, different young ladies begin to show up. It includes members of Harper's student council and the cheerleading squad. There has still been no indication of Tommy , except for in no time, my nerves have disseminated and all of us are sitting in a circle on the sanctum floor meddling, chuckling, passing around chocolate. Naturally, everyone continues to discuss homecoming. Plans for the dinner, seating in the limousine, and parties afterward He scrapes out his voice. Hello, Beans!

"Hello Tommy ."

His massive chest expands. Are you having a good time at the sleepover?

“Uh-huh.” With my ponytail, I fuss. I just entered this room to get a soda.

“Oh.” He turns his back on the refrigerator and ducks his head. I'm sorry, I didn't know I was getting in your way.

I muttered, "I lied." I came to see you here.

The brave girl from the previous night is back! And not too soon either.

To temper his smile, Tommy places his tongue in his cheek. Came in here to see you, as well."

Wings sprout from my heart. Did you?” I exhale with regret.

He grunts and rubs his neck in the back.

I step in his direction and say, "You keep to yourself when I’m over at your house these days." You virtually never leave your room.

With those soulful green eyes, he thinks about me. Sydney and Beans, get real. I didn't want you to believe that I was one of those guys at school who were panting in pursuit of you. putting my breath in your face when you try to hang out with my sister. Give yourself a break.

“But…what?” I quickly go back through everything he just said, finding the parts that are hard to understand. Guys don't spit on me.

I get a rare Tommy grin from that. They absolutely do. I have to..." "You've had to what?"

His ears are turning red at the tips. Nothing there. I simply suggested that they refrain from discussing particular aspects of your anatomy. if they wish to survive."

I start to wonder what parts of my anatomy they were referring to, but I decide I don't care. In addition, the fact that Tommy has been secretly upholding my honor intrigues me more than anything else. What could that possibly imply? Or is he just acting like the good boy he always has been? I had no idea you were helping me with that. Much thanks to you."

"Try not to say thanks to me. Just... He takes a breath and looks at my n*****s, which are covered in pebbles. Kindly don't wear that to school. Or I'll be kicked out. I whisper, "I won't," feeling his protectiveness heat my inner thighs. Additionally, I enjoy hanging out with Tommy. A lot. You wouldn't be breathing down my neck. How could you possibly believe that I would group you with anyone else? Including the boys at school.

He doesn't seem to know how to respond to that; he just keeps looking at me.

Gradually, I stroll toward him until we're a couple inches separated.

After that, I summon my strength and run a hand up his chest. Tommy breathes out generally and pulls down the trim of his shirt, the manner in which he did the previous evening on the transport with his pullover. I also realize that he has an erection with increasing relief and excitement. For me. It gives me the confidence to ask Tommy, "Do you like hanging out with me?"

He swallows hard. " evidently a little excessive.”

I tiptoe up and whisper to him, "Nothing little about it," as I push up.

With his eyelids at half-mast, he rasps, "Sydney." God, child. You are making it painful."

"Please accept my apologies." I drop back onto level feet. " That is not what I want. I need the inverse."

"I didn't mean… " He shakes his head, ventures toward me. " You are not to blame for my misery. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Red remains on his ears as he turns to look at us getting up. However, if you still wish to...explore, I would be pleased to assist you in doing so.

I nearly sling into a back handspring. " Please say yes.

Tommy slowly gets over his initial surprise at my quick agreement. But I have some rules. to safeguard you.

This knight in shining armor absolutely does. What do they entail?

He takes a deep breath as those green eyes pass over my mouth. You must inform me if you wish to stop. Sydney, you are a people-pleaser. However, simply because I’m...enjoying it, I would want to die if you did anything you weren't comfortable with.

My pantyhose become wetter as he whispers the word "enjoying."

because I remember the expression on his face when he was having fun. I would order a painting of it if I could. I would constantly stare at it while hanging it above my bed.

"I swear. If I want to stop, I'll let you know.

“Good.” He makes a gesture between us as a line forms between his dark eyebrows. Rule number two. Okay?” My heart sinks as I hear this.

He doesn't want anyone to know that he's dating the impulsive cheerleader. Is that all? I ought to inquire, but I am concerned about the response.

Plus, he doesn't need to impart his motivations to me. On the off chance that he doesn't believe the school should be familiar with our relationship, that is his right. Given that he has always been my protector, I guess I'm just a little surprised that he would cause the little crack in my chest.

That is correct. He has done so. My guardian who I can rely on 100%. My friend and chauffeur, as well. Therefore, I will give it to him without question.

"OK, Tommy . Our mystery." I make an effort to smile. Which one is the last?”

"I have an inclination I will lament this." He briefly closes his eyes. However, no s*x. No…fucking. Before it reaches that point, we stop.

My woman parts grip in fight. " What? Why?”

His jaw moves. Sydney and Beans, these are the guidelines. He looks at my face intently, raising his eyebrows after a while. Amazing. Do you really intend to challenge me about the no-f*****g rule?”

Christ, Sydney. You'll make him think you're hot. I suppose the rule is reasonable, n-no. I shift on my exposed feet. " Maybe you want to save yourself for someone you care about—His glum grin interrupts me. Wrong. You should save yourself for someone you care about. He adds discreetly, "OK, perhaps I don't need that. However, it is...the right thing to do.

This is, without a doubt, the perfect opportunity to demonstrate to Tommy that I have loved him for at least a decade. But what if I scare him to death? What happens if I miss my chance to even get close to him? It will kill me if he turns away from me now and returns to hiding in his room.

I nod, ignoring the widening crack in my chest. In five minutes, I'll meet you at your bedroom window.