One Night

Chapter 18 - Olivia

Dustin should go. I know I'm being a total bitch but oh my God, we were so loud just then. Well, me not so much, but he couldn't seem to control himself. I can't believe Mom didn't burst into my room and discover us doing what we were doing. She would've died.

I would've too. That is the very last thing I want to happen.

But then he crawled into my bed and gave me those puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist him. How can I kick him out? Besides, he's right. We need just a few more minutes of cuddling like this and then he has to go home. It's late, past midnight and I'm exhausted.

Well. My body is buzzing and I'm still throbbing between my legs but yeah. I'm tired.

"What do you do up there anyway?" When I say nothing, he continues. "Up in Oregon. At your dad's house."

"Oh. It's so boring there. My stepmom wants to hang out, take me shopping while trying to bond with me and somehow, I don't know, become my best friend or whatever. When I first get there I'm usually okay with it, but I cut her off fast." Christine tries so hard, but Mom hates her, which means I have to hate her. I My half brother and sister make me crazy. They're little and complete pests and they just want to go through my stuff.

"You can text me whenever you want, you know." He says this conversationally, but I wonder if he wants more. I told him not to push. I said I didn't want to pursue anything serious considering I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'll be gone for six long weeks.

But sometimes it's like he doesn't even listen to me.

"I'll text you like I usually do." I keep my voice even, trying not to get distracted by the hypnotic way his fingers skim over my stomach, back and forth, moving lower each time.

"Yeah, which isn't much at all," he reminds me as he rolls over on his side so he's facing me. His hand is still on my stomach, his other arm curled around my shoulders and I am completely surrounded by him.

"Please don't start a fight with me," I tell him wearily, lifting my gaze to his. "It's late. I should probably go to sleep."

"I'm not trying to start a fight." His fingers slip beneath my panties and the knowing smile that curls his lips is irresistible. "I am trying to start something else though."

I part my lips, ready to offer up a weak protest but then he kisses me and strokes me at the same exact time. I was already halfway to my breaking point before he got caught up in his own deal earlier and I'm immediately primed and ready to go. Now it's my turn, and while I halfheartedly tell myself I really shouldn't do this, I'm excited that he's touching me again.

And this time he's touching me in my bed, his fingers working their magic, his mouth on my neck, the both of us breathing heavily and grasping helplessly at each other. I fall apart fast. So quick, I gasp in surprise when the sensation washes over me.

So quick, I'm almost disappointed I didn't have enough time to really savor it.

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Dustin kisses me just before he's about to leave and then he's gone, slipping out through the window and stealing across my lawn like some thief in the black of night. I watch him go, can actually see him run across his front yard and sneak back into his house just by walking through the front door. His parents don't seem to care what time he gets home. He doesn't have a strict curfew like I do. I swear it's because he's a boy and I'm a girl.

So unfair. But whatever.

I'm about to close the window and shut the blinds when I see a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk, headed in the opposite direction of Dustin's house. I peek my head out through the window and squint into the darkness, whispering a sharp, "Em!" to hopefully get her attention.