The look on Isaac’s face surprised me. He looked somewhat hurt. I don’t know why because he seemed fine with the fact that Taylor and I had hooked up again. And what would it really matter anyway? If Isaac liked me, I would have thought he would have told me. It’s not like him to keep secrets like that from me.

Taylor pulled me into the house, and kissed my lips before he shut the front door. Then he leaned against the back of the door and pulled me closer to him, as our kiss inclined. It seemed almost impossible for all of this to be happening, considering everything that had happened between us. I reached up and pinched his arm. He pulled away, and looked rather shocked.

“Ow, what was that for?” he asked me. I smiled.

“To make sure neither of us was dreaming.” I replied. He smiled, then pinched me back.

“Nope, no dreams here.” He said. He pulled my hand in the direction towards his room. I kind of held back, not fully wanting to go with him. Part of me was saying to go, and see what he wanted to do, but the other part was telling me to refuse to go to his bedroom. Who knows how many other girls he had up there before? He noticed my resistance and gave me a questioning look.

“Tay, I don’t want to do anything that seems out of place.” I said before he could say anything. I thought that I saw a hint of disappointment shining in his eyes, but then again, it could have been my imagination. He held my hand in his and kissed the tips of my fingers. Holy-omigoodness. Never in my mind could I have thought that kissing of the fingers could feel so erotically wonderful.

“I understand.” Was all he said, then continued to pull me towards his room. This time I gave in. He wouldn’t try to do anything. We ventured to his room, and I sat on his bed. I opened my bookbag, and took out my history book. Ike was right; we had a huge test coming up. And I did need to study for it. Even though I knew that studying wasn’t exactly what Taylor had in mind, I needed too, and I would do it with or without his help.

“History can wait,” he said, taking the book from my reach, “but I can’t.” and he leaned over to let our lips touch.

* * * * *

I took the book from her hands. She looked astonished that I was taking it away from her. I knew that she told me that she didn’t want to do anything, and the truth was, neither did I. I wanted to take it kind of slow with Beth, going slower than any of the other relationships I had before her. This seemed important to her and if it was important to her, then it was important to me, too.

I kissed her lips and she responded as if she knew I would have taken the book away from her. The feel of her trusting me made me want her as much as anyone could want anyone else. Her kisses seemed so hungry, like she wanted to accomplish more than what she was letting on. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to go further than kissing. The feel of her bare stomach under my fingertips made me kiss her with more passion that I have ever kissed anyone.

And she meant so much more to me that anyone else did, too. I didn’t know what it was about her, even when we were kids, when we were together, she made me feel so much more special than anyone else did and I couldn’t explain to anyone how or why.

* * * * *

When I felt the touch of his fingers under my shirt, I couldn’t help but kiss him more and want him more. I loved him so much and if he wanted to go further, I know what I would let him. I wouldn’t be able to say no. That’s why I didn’t stop or pull away when he went under my shirt. I wanted this as much as he did.

We were getting so physical, we didn’t hear the phone ring. Then again, maybe we did hear it, but we didn’t want to pay any attention to it. Only when Isaac was in the doorway, being ever so obvious when he cleared his throat, is when we stopped, looked at each other and what we were doing and separated.

The phone call was for Taylor. He mouthed to me that it was his friend Jaime. Ugh, Jaime, the jerk. Just thinking of what he said to Taylor in the hallway this morning at school made me want to rip his head off and stomp on it a few times. I got up from the bed and walked over to the mirror above one of the dressers in the room. My hair was a mess and I searched for a brush so I could comb it. I jumped when I heard Taylor yell into the receiver.

“What are you talking about? I never said that!” he shouted. “You really have some nerve saying that in front of her today. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you said it on purpose, knowing that it would have made her pissed at me!”

I pretended to be fascinated with the hairbrush that I found on the dresser. I brushed my hair and hoped that he would calm down pretty soon. I looked over at him, and he had an incredibly pissed off look on his face. Great, so much for having a good time...thanks a lot Jaime, I thought to myself. He was so mad, I could actually see his face getting redder as he got angrier. I decided to take some action.

I walked over to the bed again, sat beside him and took his hand in mine, letting our fingers intertwine. He looked over and looked happy for a very brief moment, then heard whatever Jaime was saying, then he looked away. I stared at him for the longest time before I figured out what to do. His neck was very appealing and I indulged. I kissed his neck. As soon as my lips touched his skin, he jumped a little because he wasn’t expecting it, but then I felt him relax.

As I continued to kiss his neck, I could hear his breaths getting deeper and deeper, and his arguing with Jaime became less and less. Finally, he let a small moan escape his lips, and when I heard it, it felt so good to know that he enjoyed what I was doing. I smiled to myself. At last, he let the white portable phone fall from his hand and he pulled me closer to him.

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