It started off as a normal night. She had come to my place after school and had been here since. The days had rolled into a cool summer heat that was a refreshing drink from the icy grasp of winter and yet a curse of parched throats. We had taken her car to get to my place, listening to her music as she drove. Every time a new song came on, she'd ask if it was ok and if I took too long to answer would immediately turn it. We arrived at my house shortly.
She exited the car and locked it before heading to her trunk. Curiously, I followed. To the left were clothes and to the right were emergency things. They were held to their walls by a net that draped over them. She asked if she could change her clothes in my house. I looked at her. Her baggy school clothes had always hidden her true styles, true form. Maybe now I could get a chance to see-
I cut out those thoughts as she called my name. I said it was fine and went to open the door. I had to control myself today. I would control myself today. It was the first time I had her here. I didn't want it to be the last. She entered with a small bundle of clothes in her hands and I guided her to my room. When she was in, I closed the door and waited next to it. I checked my phone. 3:08. Thank god for early releases.
The door to my room clicked. It opened a crack and her voice timidly called my name. I answered back. She wanted me to go to her car and grab a blue pair of pants. The shorts she wore now were too revealing to her. My curiosity peaked then. After a few minutes, I had persuaded her to let me see. She stepped back from the door and let me enter. I froze.
So that's what she looked like outside of school. A blue shirt from a festival held her torso, adding emphasis on her bust and outlining her. It slightly dipped into a V and allowed a peek at her cleavage. This was slightly covered by a yellow button down shirt that went to her elbows. And her shorts…Well they were short to say the least. The light blue jean material stopped just above the middle of her thighs and hugged her fittingly. There was no way I was going to go get those pants.
I shook my head and told her she looked fine, more than fine, great, hot. That last one slipped out. I covered it with a remark that she was sweating. We had left my room and continued on with me putting a mental lock on. Control…control…
The house was empty except for us and my pets and only the sounds we created echoed. As time slowly crept into hours, we watched television and played video games. We talked and laughed and I made her blush. When the hours turned into 10:00 and I began to get tired, we went to my room. She had wanted to go home, in fear of being a hindrance to me after being here so long. I was about to let her leave.
She had already pulled her hoodie on and pulled her keys out of her bag. As she had leaned into to kiss my cheek, I pulled her into a hug. I didn't want her to go. I didn't want this to end. Not yet. I managed to convince her to stay until someone came home so I wouldn't be alone. I didn't mind being alone. I minded being without her but she didn't need to know that.
I guided her hand back to my room. I laid down and looked at her. She had chosen to sit next to me, cross-legged, several inches away from me. I beckoned her closer. She began to blush. She crawled closer to me and propped down onto her knees. I chuckled at het. Ever so timid, ever so cautious, ever so cute.
I pulled a video and turned my attention to her. It was one that I had seen plenty of times before but one she might be interested it. As luck had it, she was. She stared at the screen with curiously blank eyes with an occasional chuckle or grin. By the end of it, she had slouched a bit and it was easy to see she was uncomfortable.
I gently pulled her. I told her I wanted her closer to me. She quietly agreed. Awkwardly, she laid down and scooted closer, leaving a small gap between us. I chuckled. This girl. I wrapped an arm around her and scooted closer to her. I told her to lay on me, to get comfortable. She told me to keep holding her then. She raised her head, and used my shoulder as a pillow. Her hand rested on my chest and she sighed as I felt her relax.
I kissed her forehead and returned to another video. We watched for minutes more before she told me she was getting sleepy. It was 11 now. She told me she was an insomniac so this surprised me. I was about to help her up when a thought dawned on me. She had driven here. It wouldn't be good if she drove home this tired this late. Something could happen…something bad. I told her to go to sleep. That I'd wake her in the morning so she could be on her way when it wasn't so dark. Her voice tried to protest saying she was only a little tired, how she'd wake up if she moved around, how- a yawn interrupted her.
I asked her to sit up so I could get up. When she did, she propped herself on one arm, the other wiping at her eyes. I grabbed a blanket and draped it over her. I asked her to stay the night, to stay where I knew she was safe. She giggled. Those lips moved to say something I couldn't hear. I asked her to repeat it. She told me to come closer. When I did, her lips pecked at mine.
A simple one second kiss and I couldn't control myself anymore.