Everything in my life was perfect, every aspect dotted out on my checklist to my future. Summer School extra credit, Check. Graduate at the top of my classes, pending. Get accepted into Standford's medical program. It was all lined out, I knew what...
(A/N: Coercion and unwanted touching. After page break there's two mentions of it.)
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Marcus and I talked the whole way to his house, where he stated his parents weren't home. Laughing and giggling the entire ride until we pulled up. He was such a nice guy that I nearly forgot why we were hanging out. Maybe he wants more than just a hookup though? Maybe he wants to be friends or maybe more.
I bit my lip at the thought of having a boyfriend, it would be nice, sure, but Marcus wasn't Scott and until I got over Scott it wouldn't be fair to have a boyfriend. After all, you can't date one boy when your heart belongs to someone else.
I unbuckled my seat belt and followed Marcus up the steps of the small rambler house. It was a cream color with white trim and the porch was a big wrap around with a swinging chair on it. It was cute.
The place was slightly messy inside but I barely got a chance to process it because before I could even speak, Marcus' lips were on me, forcing themselves against my own. I let into the kiss, kissing back just as greedily. Maybe we could do more of what we did the other night. Not sex but, maybe a little more than groping.
His hands tangled in my hair, using it to pull my head back and attack my neck. I laughed slightly, "don't leave marks, I already have to wear a bunch of concealer after last time." I breathed a sigh as he hit a sweet spot, pulling away to say, "wear more then." That comment sat weird with me, making me feel uneasy but I brushed it off, rolling my eyes and focusing on here and now.
Marcus pushed me back until I hit a hardwood door. The handle dug uncomfortably in my spine but I ignored it as Marcus' lips found mine again. I sighed into the kiss, pushing for more of what I felt that night. The pure ecstasy that he gave me. Only his lips didn't taste as sweet as they did then, this time they were just lips. I shook it off, trying to focus on him.
He pulled away long enough to push me through into another room. The room was even messier than the house and couldn't help but internally laugh. You can definitely tell that a teenage boy lives here. He then was pulling me toward the bed.
My knees hit and I fell back, him falling quickly on top of me, his lips hot and needy against my own. His knee went between my legs, spreading them slightly. I could feel the skirt of my dress ride up instinctively I wanted to pull it back down but I ignored that feeling, letting Marcus' kiss sweep me away.
My cheeks were hot, my whole body overly aware. I was in a boys bed, for the first time ever and it was with Marcus. The thought felt sour and I couldn't help but wish I was in Scott's bed instead. Oh god, I should be enjoying every moment of this, not overthinking things too hard.
Marcus pulled away, "move up the bed, lets get comfortable." As I backed up toward the headboard, he pulled his t-shirt from his skin, tossing it aside. I blushed, taking in how he was just as good looking in daylight as he was in a dark van.
