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She was my best friend. We were best friends all school year. I was a freshman and she was a senior. She had showed up mid october as a new student and clearly she didnt want to make friends. She wanted to be invisible. She hated our school, but I dont blame her. She had a cute boyfriend from outside school. I started talking to her and sitting by her at lunch and during study hall. We would ditch 7th period to go hang out in the art room and screw around and talk, tell jokes and all that stuff. We became insepperable... best friends. One night she invited me to stay at her house for the first time. I was so excited! We stayed up practically all night, laughing and talking and having a jolly good time, until it got to the point where we couldnt stay awake any longer. The sleepovers became more frequent and so did the time spent together. We would chat on msn at school (our school issues each student their own laptop) and email, sit by each other at lunch, I would hang out at her house after school for a few hours or she would hang at mine (we lived in the same town) We were very close. This went on until the end of the school year. I had fallen madly in love with her. I was obsessed with her in every way. I was depressed because I was sure she was straight, because she had a boyfriend, so I usually just recorded all my feelings in my journal. A few nights before graduation day, I asked her if she was straight. She told me a few stories of her experiments and told me she was Bi-sexual... but then she said that she loved me but she doesnt see me in a romatic way... it broke my heart. I outted to her a few days later. Nothing changed, and we hung out as usual. One day I built up all the courage I had and told her that I loved her. She told me that she had secretly loved me too. I was elated.
The first time we hung out, It was awkward. I wanted to kiss her, but I couldnt, I was too scared. I asked her to be my girlfriend on June 9th. She of course, said yes. But she had to break up with her boyfriend. He found out what was going on and refused to talk to her, to let her tell him that it was over.
One night, we went to a concert... and she stayed at my house after. We watched a movie and we were about to go to sleep, but I was building courage. and then i kissed her. It was a sensual, beautiful kiss. it was only brief, but it was magical. A week or two later, I stayed at her house. We usually only stuck to brief kisses and hand holding. She leaned in to kiss me, but I teased her by brushing my lips against hers and then slowly backing away. She would follow, wanting the kiss that much more. When she finally got to kiss me, it was a brief kiss. I needed more of her. I put my hand around the back of her neck and brought her face to mine. I opened my mouth just a little bit, and kissed her. She pulled away slightly, but I held her in place, and we kissed, passionately. We kissed, and I layed her back on the bed andd climbed gently on top of her. We were kissing as my hand gently caressed her face. I ran my hand along her shoulder, down past her stomach, over her hips and gently down her leg and back up the way it came, to her face. I rolled over and pulled her on top of me, I gently undid her bra strap. She didn't resist. I asked her, "is this what you want?" She answered yes. I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She said no. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and we kissed even more passionately. I rolled her next to me as we lay facing each other. I gently lifted up the bottom of her pajamma top and placed my hand on her quivering stomach. I asked "nervous yet?" and smiled. She looked at me and shook her head no as she smiled back at me. I looked into her eyes and moved my hand lower. It rested on her lower stomach. "Nervous yet?" I asked yet again. Her breathing had begun to quicken, but she shook her head no, and she let out a soft sigh, more a moan than a sigh, but either way, it was pleasure. I gently, stuck the tips of my fingers under the elastic of her pants. I asked again "nervous yet?" Her heart pounded in her chest against mine, and I kissed her again. I pressed my lips passionately against hers and I moved my hand slightly lower, until the tips of my fingers had reached the start of her pubic hair. I asked her if she was okay, and she moaned an "uh huh." I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she moaned a no. I was scared of hurting her, as she had been hurt when she was younger. I was scared myself, as i had been hurt when I was younger and I had been pushed for sex by my previous boyfriend. She was my first girl in a long time. I was still a virgin, and so was she, but I had been really hurt when I was only 12. She was molested when she was just a little 5 year old. Now I was nearing sixteen and she had turned 18 right before school ended.
I removed my hand from her pants, before things went to far in that direction and slid my hand gently up her shirt. She closed her eyes and squirmed in her spot on the bed that her and her younger sister usually shared. We were kissing as I pulled her shirt further up. I placed my hand gently under her left breast and I looked into her now open eyes. I asked her if she was okay, and she quietly moaned "don't stop, please." I kissed her again, and I placed my hand gently on the outside of her bra and massaged her breast gently. As we kissed I traced my fingers in a line down in the space between her breasts. I lifted up the bra padding, gently and placed my hand on her bare breast. She moaned with pleasure and kissed me again. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and touched her breasts. I ran my fingers over her bare nipples and kissed her. Her lips were quivering. Her breathing was ragged and strained. It was very early in the morning... We carried on in this manner, and I heard a noise. Her mothers alarm had gone off. It was 6:30. We had to stop. I sat her up and helped her clasp her bra again. as we sat, I leaned in and kissed her. I kissed her lips, then her cheek, then her jawbone, then her neck, and i kissed as I went lower and lower unil I hit her collarbone. I lowered her shirt until her cleavage was reavealed and I kissed above her breasts. I kissed the top of her breasts, but we really had to stop, we heard her mom waking up in the living room. She had to go to work, but she would be gone later. She curled up against my chest and slept in my arms for a few hours. Until about ten.
Her mother knows about us and is okay with kissing and hand holding, but she doesnt want us having sex. Which we dont. Since I am a minor, even if I want it, she can get into trouble. My parents dont know, because they told me if I was ever gay that I would get sent away or kicked out. So I am waiting to tell them after I propose to my girl. This story kind of points out that I assume the guy role in the relationship, but that is untrue. We dont believe in the role thing... I love her with all my heart, and I plan on proposing to her on my graduation day!
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