PETE IS MINE NOW
1052 Words
It was as if the moment had stopped, and even Pete couldn't speak or move. We were both stunned by each other now that he knew we both liked each other.
Then before I said anything, Pete crossed the road to run inside the house.
I went up to him, and as I caressed his face, I found myself unable to resist the urge to claim him as mine occasionally. Consequently, I leaned in and kissed him. Since my mother was not home yet, I embraced him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our kiss persisted, intensifying as our lips met more fervently.
The sensation coursing through my veins is akin to an electric current, spreading throughout my entire being, as if searching for his presence. At this moment, the desire to be with Pete intensifies, surpassing any previous longing I may have had.
However, it wasn't long before I felt a sudden surge of awareness wash over me, causing me to abruptly halt the intimate moment we were sharing. I found myself compelled to inquire, "Just out of curiosity, how many past relationships have you been in?"
"I have got only one girl," he said. This marked yet another occasion where we shared our time, occurring half a year prior to our completion of college studies.
"I don't believe it," I replied.
"If you don't believe me, I will continue what I want now," he said in lower voices. As his fingers delicately explored my body, a shiver of pleasure ran through me, igniting a fire deep within. His intense gaze locked with mine, silently conveying a possessiveness that made it clear he was in control of the moment. It was evident that he was fully aware of the effect he had on me, his touch leaving me yearning for more.
When I didn't protest against him, he planted a gentle kiss on my chin before trailing his lips along the curve of my neck, eventually reaching my ear. Like an inquisitive dog, he explored every inch of my upper body, as if searching for a delectable treat. His warm breath caressed my ear, conveying a whispered desire of "I crave you at this very moment," while the intoxicating aroma of his sporty cologne enveloped my senses, igniting a seductive allure that captivated my every breath.
As his knee unexpectedly rose and wedged itself between my legs, a surge of discomfort shot through my body. In a reflexive response, my arms stiffened, desperately seeking to create a barrier between us. With sheer determination, I summoned the strength to create a small gap, allowing a brief respite from the unwelcome pressure.
"Wait," I said.
"Do we have to?" he murmured into my neck. Although my body seemed to be in sync with his, my mind was experiencing some doubts. I gently stepped away from her embrace, causing him to plop down onto the chair with an audible sigh of frustration. Leaning his head on his hand, he fixed his gaze on me, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
"What is it?"
The sensation of his thumb gently caressing my n****e sent shivers down my spine, causing it to harden even more beneath my sweatshirt, the fabric barely concealing the arousal. I found myself holding my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from his tousled hair, captivating eyes, and tempting lips. The desire to ask lingered in my mind, but the longing for him, regardless of his s****l orientation, was overpowering. If he felt the same way about me, then perhaps everything would fall into place, but the uncertainty gnawed at me, urging me to seek clarity.
"I thought you were gay." I expected a laugh or an angry response.
"What?!" His grin grew wider, and he reassured me, promising to do whatever it takes to calm my nerves and return us to the comfortable place we were just moments ago.
"You're right. Actually, I'm bisexual.
As I gently moved away from his thumb, I couldn't help but feel the enchanting sensations it was creating on my breast. Determined to regain my composure, I pushed myself to swiftly turn around, unintentionally colliding with the refrigerator. Confusion and disapproval filled my expression as I frowned at him, silently questioning his actions.
"No, you're not," I said.
"That's what guys say when they want to sleep with as many girls as possible."
"No, I'm bisexual," he assured me, grinning. My heart raced as his hand made its way towards my arms, a mix of anticipation and caution filling my mind. I knew I should have pulled away, but there was something about his touch that I couldn't resist. He embraced me tightly, his lips finding their way to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. As his left hand ventured further down, inching closer to the waistline of my underwear, I couldn't help but wonder if I should stop him. The intensity of the moment made it difficult to make a decision, leaving me torn between desire and self-restraint.
"I like girls and guys. Right now, but I want you," he whispered.
"So, what? "You're into threesomes, s**t?" I asked while pouring water into the glass.
"Not necessarily." Moving closer, he gently rested his chin on my arm, his eyes gazing up at me. From this vantage point, his alluring eyes transformed into something utterly endearing, reminiscent of a lovable puppy.
"I like who I like when I'm with that person. When I'm in love with a woman, I'm not looking at anyone else, male or female. And when I'm with a man, it's the same thing. I'm a one-love kind of guy. I didn't know if I was in between those two", Pete said.
"Then you're one in a million," I muttered.
"Everyone's always looking for something new. Fantasies? Attentions? I am not like that. I like to stay with a person whom I love." He lowered his voice and purred.
"Right now, I'm looking at you." He said this as he was flirting with me. He drank the water from the glass and looked back at me.
This time I invited him to my bed again. He held my right hand and said, "This is not about s*x. I really want you, Shiela."
"I also like you, Pete. But I..."
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