Gone

I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head, giggling girlishly at his rock hard abs. I forced him onto his back so that he was lying down across the couch, still on top of him. I kissed him on the lips, making my way from his neck down his chest, pausing briefly to see his reaction at his stomach. His eyes were shut tight and his fists were clenched. He lifted his head up.
"Look, maybe we should stop for a minute," he suggested urgently, out of breath.

Why would he want to stop? We were alone in a room together. There was no one to bother us except for the loud music coming from outside the door. If I was able to get past it then he should have no problem either. Weren't guys always in 'the mood'? Maybe he knew something, something about what had happened last night. It was a very sickening but very possible thought.

Then, I realised I probably was going a little bit too fast. We hadn't had the all-important 'couple talk' yet. I was dreading it. Talking about when and where we were going to do the nasty just didn't seem that appealing to me. It just seemed like yet another one of those awkward but apparently necessary conversations you just can't avoid.

He was right though, we should stop. I wanted to want to but for some unknown reason, I didn't want to stop. It was possible I was acting out of guilt, that this was all to make up for the big mistake I had made.
"Ugh, I'm...I'm sorry," I muttered, "I don't know what came over me,"
I stood up and stumbled over to the kitchen so that I wouldn't have to look at him. I took a deep breath as I leant on the bench, covering my face with my hands and closing my eyes.

A second later, I felt him slip him arms around my waist. I didn't even flinch because I knew it was him. I slowly stood up straight and turned around to face him.
"Don't be, it's not your fault. Outside that door is a few hundred people who could quite easily come down here to grab a beer out of the fridge or something. It would be hella awkward y'know? If we were alone though...."

I'm glad that was all it was. I mean, for a second there it felt as though there was something else going on. What kind of straight teenage guy would pass up an opportunity like this one? Apparently only the decent ones.

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