“Wa-wait! What are you doing?” I stammered, stopping his hands.
“Man, for an honor student, you sure can be dumb sometimes. What do you think I’m doing?” he said with a smile, continuing to unbutton and unzip my pants. He hooked his fingers in the belt loops of my jeans and yanked them down. I bit my lip as I felt myself respond to his touch.
“Wait a second. Wesley!”
He grinned when he felt me stiffen beneath his hand. He pulled down my boxers, touching me gently, as he climbed down in front of me, between the sofa and the coffee table.
“Why—why are you doing this?” His fingers grew bolder, stroking me with more energy as a quiet gasp escaped my lips.
“’Cause I wanna make you feel good,” he answered, pushing the hem of my shirt farther up my chest. The corners of his mouth curled and he bent his head down, tracing the contours of my stomach with his tongue. He looked up at me again, and his hand worked me over with a sense of urgency, producing the most exquisite feeling within me. “So do you? Feel good?”
I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut.
His tongue found the way to its target and he licked and sucked on me with a renewed vigor. The feeling was unbelievable, sending amorous shockwaves through my entire body. I moaned and gasped for air, liberating the sexual voice deep within me. I was coming up fast to the moment of crisis, and tears welled in my eyes from the intense pleasure.
“Wesley! I—I can’t—” I shouted, almost as a plea.
Wesley remained vigilant, keeping his mouth in place and grasping my backside with his hands, bringing me closer and deeper into his mouth. I threw my head back as I climaxed, and Wesley held me tightly in his large hands.
I collapsed into the sofa, delirious and panting, and covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t look at him. I was embarrassed… I came so quickly. It was the first time someone else had ever touched me and just the thought of his soft, warm mouth was almost enough to make me cum again.
“Don’t hide your face,” Wesley whispered, pulling my hands away. I closed my eyes and turned my face to the side. He put his hand to my cheek and I hesitantly glanced up at him. “Heh, you look adorable all out of breath and panting like that.”
I felt the weight on my legs lift and I sat up, pulling up my pants. I was afraid of how he would react, how he would look at me after what we did, but he surprised me with his gentle calm. He was nothing like I expected him to be; he wasn’t the loud, obnoxious Wesley that I saw at school, but a kind, funny, sensitive person. My attraction to him grew instantly, and I felt more confident that he wasn’t just toying with me.
“So you really wanna put an outline together?” he asked.
“Um, if you don’t wanna do it now, that’s okay,” I mumbled.
“Cool. Are you hungry? You wanna go grab a bite to eat?” He draped his arm over my shoulders.
“I can make something here,” I offered shyly. “Do you want a sandwich or something more like dinner?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll have whatever you feel like.”
I stood up and Wesley followed me into the kitchen. I made dinner for two, a quick chicken stir-fry that Wesley complimented over and over. We sat on the sofa watching TV, and I remembered Alycia commenting on how I would “make someone a wonderful housewife someday.” I glanced at Wesley and blushed.
Chapter 7
“TOR, ME and Mike are gonna go see a movie tonight. Wanna come?” Alycia asked, walking past me toward the bathroom.
“Actually, um, I have plans tonight.”
“Oh! Are you going out with Wes?” she squealed, popping her head out from the bathroom.
“Who’s Wes?” Mom asked, walking into the living room from the kitchen.
“He’s a friend from school,” I said, catching a glimpse of Alycia from the corner of my eye. Fortunately, Mom couldn’t see her rolling her eyes and nodding sarcastically. She stepped into the hall, made quotation marks in the air with her fingers, and mouthed the word “friend.” I grimaced at her, and Mom looked at me funny.
“What are you gonna do?” Alycia asked. She was leaning against the wall pulling a brush through her hair.
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you come see the movie with us?”
“Nah, I’m not in the mood for some chick flick,” I said, shaking my head.
“C’mon, you love sappy love stories like this!”
There was a knock at the door. Alycia ran past me and answered it before I even got off the sofa.
“Hi, Wes!”
“Hi. How ya doin’?”
“Pretty good. Come on in.” Alycia opened the door wider and Wesley walked in. His hair was damp and he wore a white T-shirt and blue jeans. He looked at me and smiled.
“So you must be Wes,” Mom said, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
Wesley looked up and smiled awkwardly. “Yeah. Hello.”
“I’m Amanda. I’m the brats’ mom,” she said with a grin. Alycia rolled her eyes, and I groaned.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Wesley said and bowed his head slightly. It was kind of amusing to see him so awkward. He glanced to the side and scratched the back of his head. I walked over to him, and he smiled a little nervously.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked and Wesley nodded.
“Have fun, guys. And Toren, not too late,” Mom said as we left.
“So what do you wanna do? Wanna go shoot some pool?” Wesley asked, turning over the engine and putting his hand on the back of my headrest as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“Okay, but I’m not very good.”
“That’s all right. I’ll teach you.” He ruffled my hair with his fingers.
We went to a pool hall called Cue. It was small and dark, with ten or twelve pool tables and a small bar against the back
