What Are We?

Chapter Eight

"The movie is about to start! Hurry up!" I said drinking the last bit of my Mountain Dew. I sat in the bed with only my underwear on. Christian rushed into my room with a bowl a popcorn, 2 family sized bags of Doritos and a 2-liter pop.

"Well, sorry that I had to find all of this stuff and I don't live here." He placed the snacks on the bed and I dug in eagerly. He took his shirt off, threw it to me and I put it on. I put the popcorn and chips to the side and the 2-liter on the end table next to my bed. He smirked and crawled under the covers at the end of my bed. He laid his head on my lap and I pulled the covers down some so I could see his face, kissing my inner thigh. "You always smell so good," He glanced up at me and smiled. "Good enough to eat." He put his head in between my legs and pulled my panties to the side. He licked my slit and I moaned. f**k the movie...

"I want you to be my first." I blurted out. I had to tell him sometime... I couldn't hold it in any longer. He stopped and looked up. He smiled, pulled my panties down, and put a finger into me.

"I've wanted to be in that tight little p***y all my life." I gasped as he put another finger into me.

"Christian..." I moaned, and he sat on his knees. His length was hard, and I was trying to remember when he took his pants off.

"You ready, baby?" He eased himself in-

"Sam!" My mother burst into my room waking me from my deep slumber. Damn it... Not again.

"Ugh." I groaned sitting up and glaring at my mother.

"I've been calling you for 15 minutes; dinner is ready." She left the room and slammed the door. I groaned, sat up, and looked at my phone. I had a text from Christian.

'You fell asleep before the movie started so I left. You seemed really tired.' I sighed. I don't even remember coming home from school.

'We need to talk. Can you come back over?' I waited and a few seconds later, he responded.

'That doesn't sound good. Yeah, I'll be over in 30.' I sat up and went downstairs, making my plate of food.

“Save some for the rest of us,” Jamie said walking into the kitchen. I ignored her and finished making my plate sitting at the table, alone. How could I tell him that I wanted us to be more? How do you even start a conversation like that? I ate fairly quickly as I thought. The thought of how I would ask him went well into my shower. Afterward, I put a pair of short pajama shorts on with a tank top. A loud ding made me check my phone and it was a text from Christian.

‘outside’

I walked down the steps and to the front door, taking a breath. It’s all or nothing. I opened the door and Chris looked me up and down before smiling. God how I love that smile...