19 minutes went by before there was finally a knock on the door.
I looked through the peephole and there was my girlfriend. Holding a bag?
I opened the door and immediately pulled her into a kiss, closing the door as soon as we were in the room.
“In a hurry?” She pulled away, catching her breath.
I shrugged, “I’ve been needing to do that since we were at the arena.”
She rolled her eyes and put the black bag on the hook across from the closet.
“What’s in there?”
She shrugged, “I guess we’ll see later.”
I glared at her. “You suck.”
She smiled, “We should sit on your balcony. Your room actually faces the city.”
I opened the balcony door, “Yours doesn’t?”
She shook her head and flipped off the light closest to the door, darkening the enclosed balcony, “We face the pool.”
“That’s boring.” I put my slippers on and sat on the couch outside.
She closed the door, leaving just a crack, then sat down next to me.
I leaned into her, liking how warm she is.
She put a blanket over us and put my arm over her shoulder, “That’s better.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t move an inch. This is really comfortable. I played with the ends of her hair and closed my eyes, “I’m glad the season is over.”
She didn’t move as she said, “Why?”
I opened my eyes and looked at her, “I have more time for you. Us.”
She looked away from me and tried to hide her face with the blanket.
“Scar,” I took my free hand and put it on her cheek, gently guiding her to look at me, “I’m serious.”
I examined her face. And she is as beautiful as always. Her cheeks and nose are that adorable red from the chilly February air. The blanket pulled all the way up to her chin.
And she looks gorgeous.
A smile came over her face, “You’re my favorite person, Nat.”
I smiled hard, ignoring my blush, “I know. You’re my favorite person, Scar.” What’s this feeling in my chest? I’d say butterflies if you mixed that feeling with just a little too much Molly. My heart is beating so fast.
She nodded, “I know.” She smiled a bit wider and looked back out at the city, “Four time national hockey champion.”
I smiled a bit but just stared at her. I could practically feel the words in my throat at this point. I might explode.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at me, “Usually when I say something really cool about my girlfriend, she replies by saying ‘oh shut up’ or something sappier than that.”
“Scar…” I looked at the city and sighed. Taking a moment before looking back to at her.
Her face turned serious and she sat up, taking her warmth with her, “Are you okay? Is your hip still hurting from your sectionals game? I knew it! You probably shouldn’t have played so hard today-“
“I love you.”
“Hm?” Her voice was high pitched and her eyes went wide and I realized how badly I messed up.
“Oh God- I-” I ran my hands through my hair, “That just slipped out. It came flying through me faster than I could try to hold it down. Oh God. I mean, I don’t not mean the words. I-” I took a breath and noticed her shocked face and that made everything inside me worse, “Well it’s- This isn’t how I meant for this to go.” I shook my head and ran my hands through my hair again, “I mean, V said something while we were in leaving the locker room today and it threw me off. I have been thinking about you all day- I do everyday. But today was different.” I’m fucking this up. “God.”
She didn’t say anything but she looked less shocked. More… I don’t know?
“I-” I looked down but realized that this is how I’ve felt for a long time. I looked in her eyes, “I love you. I do. I just- I have been trying not to say it. I have been trying too hard to just mash it down and ignore it and not say it because before we even started dating, I knew I loved you and I hated it because I self-sabotage and I am so bad at loving people because of my brain. But you’re- You’re in me. It’s like a disease. It’s like, I am infected by Scarlett Santoro. And I can’t think about anything or anybody and I can’t sleep and I can’t breathe,” I felt overly emotional, tears pricked my eyes, “until I said that to you and now I have and I am about to mess everything up because you can’t do love but I am so sorry, Scarlett. I love you. I am so madly and deeply in love with you that it physically hurts me not to tell you that. I think I’ve always been a little bit in love with you. I believe in love at first sight and as soon as your eyes met mine, I felt it rise in my stomach. I felt it. And I want to spend forever telling you that I love you even if you aren’t ready to ever say it back to m-“
She cut me off with a kiss. Not a hot, hungry kiss. A slow, passionate one.
She put her hands on my waist and pulled me closer to her body.
Then she pulled away, resting her forehead on mine. “I was trying to wait until Friday to say this,” She pulled away, and smiled, looking in my eyes, “I love you, Natalie Wilson.” She reached in her back pocket, “And I don’t care that you’re going to Minnesota State. I don’t care that you want to be a marine after college. I want that house on the lake. I want to give you the freaking world, Natalie, because I love you. And I promise that I’ll always love you. And cherish you. And hold you when you cry. And let you top me even though you’re secretly a bottom.” She opened the little blue box, “I promise.”
I stared at the small ring. The words “I promise” were in white on the inside of the box.
I looked up at her, “A promise ring?”
She nodded and took the ring out of the box, “I’ve been carrying it around since I bought it and I knew tonight was the night because it’s been in my head for so long and that’s why we haven’t been hanging out because that’s all I wanted to say to you since I picked this up and I don’t know.” She shrugged and took my hand, “I promise forever, Nat.”
As soon as she put the ring on my finger, I kissed her again.
But then I pulled away, “Does this mean we’re engaged now?”
She smiled wider, “Baby, we’re already getting married. Our engagement will be for us to officially send out invitations.” And she kissed me again.
A weight was lifted off my shoulders just now. I’m in love and I’m really really okay with that.
We kissed on that balcony until it was too cold to be out there anymore.
When we went back into my room, I remembered the bag. “What’s in there?”
She shrugged, “Just my matching ring and a few games.”
“Games?” I looked at her, a new feeling in my stomach.
My stomach?
Lower than my stomach.
She grabbed it off the hook and put the second latch on the door, “Yup.” She unzipped the smallest pocket and pulled out a small red box.
I sat in the middle of my bed, watching her every move.
She held up the small ring, “Mine’s red and yours is purple.”
“Why those colors?”
She shrugged, “Your favorite color and mine.”
“I thought your favorite color was orange?” I furrowed my eyebrows together. Because she told me her favorite color is orange.
“Red is the closest one they had to orange.” She set the bag next to the bed, and the ring on the nightstand, “And my name is Scarlett so it was funny.”
I nodded, that weird nervous feeling growing and spreading through my entire body.
“Are you okay?” She kneeled on the bed in front of me, looking down at me slightly.
And that’s making this feeling worse.
“Yup.” I nodded. Because that’s all I can fucking say.
She nodded, leaning closer to me, “Can I kiss you now?”
I nodded, “Please.”
And she did.
Gently pushing me on my back as she did.
Scarlett was on top of me, kissing me, pulling at my hair.
I put my hands on her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible.
She pulled at my hair harder, making me break the kiss and lean my head back.
That’s when she went for my neck, kissing and sucking at my sweet spot.
Her perfume was the only thing I could smell. Warm Vanilla. The only one she wears.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and flipped us over in one swift motion.
She smiled up at me, “That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” Then she put her arms around my neck, her smile faltering a bit.
“Are you okay?” I brushed her hair out of her face, looking in her eyes.
She nodded, “I love you.”
I felt my cheeks heat up and I couldn’t fight the grin on my face, “I love you too, Scarlett.”
She smiled too, “I’ve never…” She looked away from me, “I haven’t done this before.”
Oh!
“Oh.”
Oh.
She looked back at me, “Is that an issue?”
I smiled and licked my lips, “Of course not.” I shook my head and sat on top of her, moving down slightly. “We’ll just…” I spread her legs apart gently, “have to take this slow.”
She looked at me, not saying anything.
I unbuttoned the only button on her pants. “Is that okay?” I played with her waistband, “If we take this slowly?” I looked up at her.
She nodded, again, not saying anything.
I held our eye contact as I slid her pants down, moving so I could take them off of her completely.
Her panties were pink. And hot. She knew this was coming.
But I’m not letting her have this yet.
I crawled back on top of her, leaning down to kiss her gently, “If you don’t like it or you changed your mind, I’ll stop.”
She put her hands on my cheeks, pulling me back down towards her, “Going slow is taking too long, babe.”
I smiled and kissed her again, slowly lifting her shirt up, breaking the kiss just to take it off of her.
Matching bra.
I moved away from her lips, gently kissing her cheek.
Then her neck.
Her chest.
Stopping right above the pink lace.
I slid my right hand up her side, reaching behind her to unbuckle her bra.
And this is the best moment of my life.
I threw it to the side and kissed her chest, not making my way down further yet.
Because I have too many clothes on.
I sat up and put my hands on my own shirt, slowly lifting it over my head.
Her cheeks darkened, if that was even possible.
Then I leaned back down towards her, kissing her again. My hands roamed over her body, finding her tits.
She sighed into the kiss, biting down on my bottom lip as I played with them.
I moved down, kissing where her neck met her shoulder.
Kissing down her chest.
Stopping at her breasts. They were quite literally perfect. Soft but firm. Honestly, just pretty.
I ran a flat tongue over her already hard nipple, already loving this.
She hummed in approval, her hands finding my hair once more.
I sucked and licked and loved every second of it, biting down a little harder than I meant to.
She groaned, unable to speak.
Slowly, I kissed down her stomach.
I looked up at her as I reached her warm core. I could feel how hot she was. How badly she wanted this. Needed this from me.
Slowly, I took the pink lace off of her, sliding it very slowly down her legs, giving her time to opt out or something.
But when I looked back up at her, she looked hungry for more. For me.
I kissed her thighs, moving my way up to her wet, shining, core.
I hovered over her, closing my eyes.
Gently, I ran my flat tongue over her wetness.
Scarlett gasped.
I opened her eyes and looked up at her, realizing I should not have closed them in the first place. No, the sight in front of me was too beautiful.
One of Scarlett’s hands were in her own hair, the other hanging on to the headboard.
I grinned as my tongue slipped through her hot, wet flesh, chasing the taste of her that made me feel something I haven’t felt before.
I needed more of her.
Grabbing at one of her legs, I pulled it over my left shoulder and used my right hand to trace lines up and down her other leg, plunging my tongue into her.
She slapped her palm against the wall and dug at the ugly wallpaper, leaving marks.
I watched as she gripped at the headboard and melted as she bucked her hips against my mouth.
I could cum like this. Just doing this to her.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, biting at it gently.
Her hand left her own hair and found the back of my head, “Fuck, Natalie, yes.”
She started to shake and moaned louder than she had so far.
And I sucked harder. She’s close and I want this to be the best feeling of her life.
I lapped my tongue gently against Scar’s clit.
It was as much of a break as I could give her. I didn’t know how to stop.
She grabbed at my hair as rode out the wave of pleasure consuming her.
And I licked up every bit of cum flowing out of her, loving her sweet taste.
I needed more. I can’t stop now.
The tang was stronger now that Scar had come once.
I wanted more of it.
I slid my hand up her leg and slowly slid two fingers inside of her, keeping in mind that no one has done this to her yet.
Gentle is the only answer right now.
But the noise Scarlett made echoed around us and I felt my own panties get wet. She dug her nails into my back and I could feel the skin rip slightly.
I crooked my fingers and let the hint of my teeth graze against Scar’s clit. She was pushing my head harder into her core, asking me for more.
So I bit down harder, immediately licking over the spot to soothe it a bit.
And Scarlett’s second orgasm was the more that I had been chasing. Bigger, stronger, louder than her first. She spasmed around my fingers.
One hand stayed tangled in my hair while Scarlett bit the back of the other, though it didn’t do much to muffle her moans.
I did everything I could to draw them out.
My tongue was busy and desperate, I could feel my face messy, slick all the way down my chin.
I didn’t stop until Scarlett pulled me away by the hair.
Red sat high on her cheeks.
Her pant was heavy, her legs were shaking, and she clearly knew what love is capable of. I finally showed her.
With a proud smirk on my face, I took my fingers from her thighs and pulled them up to my face. Without removing the intense stare I held with her, I put the two fingers into my mouth, my tongue licked off every part of Scarlett that remained there.
Once I took my fingers out of my mouth, I licked my lips and a smile crept over my face.
I leaned backwards and grabbed her pants off the floor.
She slid under the blanket and gestured for me to join her, “I’d love to do that to you but my body is not responding to me.”
I giggled and helped her put her pants back on, “It’s okay, baby.” I kissed her cheek and rolled across her, reaching down to grab the closest t-shirt on the floor. Which just so happened to be mine, “You can put this on ’cause yours is too far to grab.”
She nodded and put the shirt on, snuggling up to me right after she did so. “You just made me cum.”
I nodded, “Twice.”
“You’re amazing.”
“No.” I shook my head, “You just taste really good.”
She pushed my shoulder, “You’re gross.”
I stared at her, “Do you wanna play that game?”
She shook her head and giggled, reaching over to turn off the lamp.
“Won’t your parents realize you’re gone tonight?”
She scoffed, “I told them I was coming to celebrate with the team and they said to tell them to be quieter so I think they both know I’m not gonna be back tonight.”
I nodded and leaned into her, laying my head on her shoulder as I laid down next to her.
She wrapped her arm around me.
And I remembered her bag, “What was in the magic backpack.”
She laughed, “Monopoly and headbands. Dad thought we were just playing games up her so he insisted I bring these to play with a group of clearly drunken teenagers.”
I broke out into laughter, “I love your dad.”
She kissed my forehead, “You know what I love?”
“Hmm?” I closed my eyes, liking the warmth of this embrace.
“I love you.”
I smiled, but realized how tired I was all of a sudden, “I love you too, Scar.”
“Goodnight, Nattie.” She kissed my forehead again but then she lifted the blanket up to my chest and took a deep breath.
I wanted to say goodnight back but my lips were too heavy to move.
This is the feeling I’ve spent the last 17 years trying to find.
Love.
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