"Come on, you can get it up."
"I'm trying, but it's too big."
"Don't strain yourself, just take it slow. There you go."
I clapped for my friend as he finally managed to get my new, freshly built bookcase off of the floor and in place against the wall.
"Looks good," he commented.
"Well, if that's all I'm needed for." Tony made to leave, but I pulled him back.
"Let's hang out tonight. Mom's working and the twins are at a sleepover. We could turn the music up as loud as we want and you can dance to 'I'm a Barbie girl' like I know you like to."
"One time and you're branded for life," Tony grumbled. "But, yeah, that sounds cool. I'll call my parents and be back up in a bit."
He took off and a second later I heard him thundering down the stairs.
As cliché as this is, I've had a crush on Tony since we were fourteen. But I'm smart enough to keep my space. We've been friends since sixth grade when I pushed over some guy that was picking on him. But don't get me wrong, Tony's no wimp… at least, not anymore.
Back in the sixth grade, Tony was, at the most, scrawny. Then, in our freshman year, he joined the school's football team. Who would of thought that now, scrawny little Tony, was the star quarterback.
"Alright, Miss Charlie, crank the volume up," Tony said as he entered the room.
I walked over to the radio and put on our favorite station. He stared at me and cocked his head to the side.
Oh yeah, while I was monologue-ing I had also been changing into my new, black silk pajamas. They were simple; just a pair of pants and a sleeveless, button-up shirt, all in black silk. I had picked them out special…
"Yeah," I squeaked out and hopped over to the stereo.
"…Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can't you-"
Too personal. I flipped it to a different station.
"What'd you change it for?" Tony asked.
"Don't like that song."
"You belong with me…"
What the hell? I changed the station again.
"Tony, I can't hide it. I love you," A girl said.
"But, Charlie, you're my best friend," Tony replied.
A radio soap opera?
"But Tony, I've loved you since eighth grade."
"That long, Charlie?"
"Yes, that long."
"Charlie, I…I love you, too."
Tony brought me out of the hypnotizing soap. Their names were our names. Charlie's loved Tony since eighth grade. This has to be some sort of sign.-
"Really Henry? You love me, too?"
"Of course, Tori - I've always loved you."
"Oh, my bad…" I flopped down onto the bed in frustration, turning the radio off. "What's up with tonight? Is everyone demented?"
"Umm, Charlie? I know you talk to yourself, but you're kind of freaking me out…"
"Charlie?" Tony walked over and pulled me up so I was in front of him with the back of my knees pressed haphazardly to the foot of the bed. "Are you okay? Should I get the emergency Coco Puffs?"
I thought it over for a moment then shook my head. "I'm cool. I'm just not feeling well tonight. Nothing to worry about," I said hurriedly and squeezed out so I wasn't so close to him.
I bent back over the stereo and flipped it on, not daring to listen to what was playing. When I turned back, Tony was holding a pillow to his front.
I raised my eyebrows at him and he looked as if he might blush, but before I could make any more observations, he was hitting me with the pillow. I grabbed a pillow that looked like the sun and whacked him back.
"Jerk off! What was that for?"
He laughed and shrugged. I gave him a challenging look. He stepped back and took his shirt off. I just…he was cheating. I couldn't do this anymore. I have to tell him. How can I concentrate on hurting him with this massive sized pillow when he looks like…that.
"You, umm, I…need to tell you something."
"Okay, I'm listening." I felt my knees start to go weak, so I tried to go to the bed. That didn't seem to work out so well, but Tony caught me and set me down. Then he sat down beside me. "What's the matter, Charlie?"
"Nothing's the matter Tony. I just…I'm trying to figure out how to say this. I don't know how to start."
"Start at the beginning."
"Smart ass. I know that. It's just hard to put into words."
"Then just say it."
"I love you."
"There. I said it. Are you happy now? I don't just love you. I'm in love with you. I've felt this way since we were just fourteen."
"Two, extremely long, and extremely painful, years."
"You… love… me?"
"Yes. You. Only you."
"But you don't even think that love exists."
"Well, it does when I'm with you. And I hope we can still be friends, even though I know you don't love me. And it's perfectly fine with me. I'm disappointed but I understand you can't-"
"You don't need to explain, I understand - I really do. And all that matters is that you know how I feel now and that we can still be fr-
"Would you stop interrupting me, Tony? I told you it's oka-"
This time, Tony interrupted by kissing me softly and just holding his lips there, as if trying to memorize every detail as I was doing.
"I've loved you ever since you beat up Kendra for toying with my emotions," he said against my lips and kissed me again.
He pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him and deepened the kiss. He laid us back and started to lift up my shirt.
"Tony, what are you doing?"
"We love each other, Charlie. I thought that you would want…"
I cut him off with another kiss and let him take my shirt off, leaving me in only my sports bra (Well, pajamas or not, I was not going to be around Tony without support) and my silk, jaw string bottoms.
"Are you sure," he panted after breaking the kiss.
I rolled my eyes, panting as well.
"It's not like it's my first -"
"What?! When did that happen? Who should I ki - "
My eyes widened as I realized what beans I'd spilled. Hey! Not everything can be cliché! And I'm actually not the virgin we all read about.
"Never mind," I interrupted. "It's not like he popped…"
I closed my mouth as I realized I was just digging myself into a deeper hole.
"So you're still a virgin," he said and started kissing my neck, eliciting a moan from me. I felt his lips form a smile on my neck.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"I am…" he sighed.
"Wait, stop." He didn't. "Tony, stop." He still didn't. "Tony!" I pushed him off.
"Charlie, I thought that…"
"Then what's with the stopping…" He tried returning to my neck, but I pushed him away again.
"I don't want to assume…so are we…together?" I asked.
"I thought we were…"
"Charlie, will you marry me?"
I hit his arm playfully. "Be serious."
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
I pressed my lips to his hotly. "Of course…" I said against them.
"I love you, Charlotte Rebecca Wood."
"I love you, too, Anthony Phillip Malone."
He kissed me and ran his hands up and down my sides, leaving a trail of heat as he went. I was getting frustrated at the slowness of it all, so I rolled us until I was on top and took over, trailing my hands around his sides back to the front, just above the waistband of his jeans. I slipped my thumbs just inside his boxers.
He put his hands on my hips as I kneeled over him, kissing him but not pressing my body to his. He pulled me down on top of him roughly and I laughed at his lack of patience.
"Evil," he mumbled and ran his thumbs on the undersides of my breasts, causing me to break the kiss panting.
I gripped at his shoulders as he hooked his fingers under my bra and dragged it up slowly over my breasts, sending pleasure rippling through me to pool in my lower stomach. Finally, he pulled the way-too-constricting piece of fabric over my head and tossed it across the room to land on my giant teddy bear, Jumbo.
I didn't get nervous as he stared hungrily at my chest, knowing I had nice c-cup breasts that he would appreciate (fool told me once that he likes 'em not too big, but not too small either, causing me to blush and almost throw him out of my window (he's lucky it was closed)).
After a moment, Tony put his hands on my sides again and brushed his thumbs over my nipples, causing a low groan to rumble in my chest. He pulled me forward so that I was sitting on his stomach more and he had better access to my chest, pulling my hands forward so that I was holding myself up by the headboard.
I was rather impressed with his no-nonsense attitude, but I had barely a second to think about it before he had taken one of my nipples into his mouth, causing my arms to shake and for me to hold on for dear life to the headboard. He switched to the other after a beat and a whole new wave of pleasure crashed down on me.
I groaned with need and scooted back down so that I could take his mouth in a searing kiss, dually noting that Tony Jr. was very, very happy with me. I reached down to free him from his confines, but kept fumbling with the button, until he pushed my hands away.
"What? I can do it - just give me a second."
He laughed with what little breath he could catch and shook his head.
"If you keep that up, we won't make it."
I laughed darkly.
He rolled his eyes at me.
"Don't be a bitch, Charlie."
"Hey!" I smacked his chest and tried to climb off of him, but he pulled me back.
"Where, may I ask, do you think you're going?"
I yawned, enjoying his look of shock.
"I think I ought to get to sleep. I have a lot of wor-"
He pulled me down into a kiss, jamming his tongue in my mouth and taking control. He flipped us over and began to play with the draw string on my bottoms, making me whimper.
"I think you have a lot of work to do now, but if you want to go…"
I resumed kissing him and arched my hips so that I brushed against his hardness.
"I think you should shut up," I said with finality and he smiled.
I groaned sensually at his choice of words and kissed him deeply, loving the growls he emitted.
At the better angle, I was able to undo his pants and slip them down his legs by use of my feet, making Jr. more comfortable. Let me just note that Tony is a boxers man.
He pulled the strings of my bottoms apart agonizingly slowly and I smacked him halfheartedly at his teasing. He scooted away as I shimmied my pants down, probably trying to escape the wiggles that might of set him off.
He rolled back on top as soon as I was done and we reconnected our lips in what I assume was record time. He moved his lips to my neck so we could catch our breath.
"Last chance to throw me out of a window," he breathed into my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
"I'll have plenty of time to do that in the future, don't you worry."
He pulled away and looked straight into my eyes with a seriousness about him I had never experienced before.
"I'm serious, Charlie - tell me to stop now or I don't think we'll be able to from here."
"But I don't want you to stop." I shook my head slowly, not breaking his gaze. "I love you and I promise I won't regret this in the morning. You just have to trust me. But I am also worried about you, Mr. Virginator." I cracked a lazy smile and he smiled with me.
"I'll be just fine," he said. "Don't you worry."
I leaned forward slowly toward his lips.
"So this is it," I said with a small smile.
"This is it," Tony said back and I don't think either of us knew if we were just talking about the sex or if we were going deeper than that and thinking about the rest of our lives together.