KJ And Billie, chapter 3
School had gone okay. Media Tech was a blast, except when they kept staring at me during my segement. I could see the sparks in Billie Joe's eyes. We were both headed on 18 and I could tell he wanted me, and he wanted me bad. I wanted to say no, but how could you, really? His dark hair, green eyes, and I felt his chest last night. He's strong, but really sensitive. Our hormones were getting the best of us, and neither of us wanted to make them stop.
I rode home with Billie Joe again. He told the guys to go on home, that he had to see when a book was coming in. He told them it was a new covered, "Catcher in the Rye.", By J.D. Salinger. Really, he wanted to talk to me.
"Kayleigh, baby?" His voice was squeaky.
"Yeah?" I put my hand in his, and he held on tight.
"I bet you know what I'm thinking. It's hormones, maybe, but still. I want you. You make my body ache for you. I thought it was bad yesterday, watching you sleep. You were so beautiful. When we started making out, I wanted so bad to just take you upstairs and leave them. Last night, I dreamt of you. And today, you made it even better. Everything I thought of brought me back to you. You're my everything right now."
"We're not doing it here." He smiled. I cut the tension.
"So you feel it too?"
"Look at you, baby. How could I resist?" He played with my hair, as we kissed shortly. As we drove home, he kept his hand on my thigh. Going home was tough. We ate chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes. I asked Tre and Mike what they had planned tonight.
"We got dates. Mike and me met these two in class. We're gonna take the Hummer." Mike nodded. His food was getting the best of him it seemed.
So they went and got ready. Of course, being the girl of the house, I told them what looked good, what smelled better, what to say, what not to say, the usual. They left, and Billie Joe and I walked them out the door. Billie Joe's hand was on my butt. We watched through the window as they drove off. Billie put the phone on the answering machine, and took my hand. We walked upstairs, to our room. He surprised me there. While I was getting the guys ready, he had made the room a mini paradise. There were light cotton sheets on the bed, candles flickering in the shadows.
For the first time tonight, I noticed him. He was looking at me with these sultry eyes. His belt listlessly hanging on the chair. His shoes were no where. His hair wasn't gelled anymore, and it gave him such a boyish look. I grabbed him by his tie, as he grabbed me by mine. I kissed him once on the lips.
"Back to this game, are we?" He raised his eyebrows. I knew it turned him on.
"Shh." I put my finger on his lips, and he kissed it. He moved my hand to his shoulder, and with the other, reached for a remote. Flicking it on, Al Green began to play.
"How did you know I liked Al Green?"
"I just knew. Now shut up and kiss me before I go insane looking at you." I closed my eyes and sighed. First a little peck, then a little deeper. I felt his tongue searching for a place to go. I opened my mouth, barely, barely, and he found it. In it went, and the make out began. Picking me up while still kissing, he put me on the bed. I pulled off his tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands were everywhere, pulling buttons, pulling off shoes, feeling, touching, like a kid and a new present.
Time passed, and finally, we laid there, our bodies intertwined, breathless. The cd was repeating again. Billie Joe's breaths were short and exhausted like.
"We should blow out the candles. Don't need a fire to start." I started to get up. He pulls me back, and starts kissing me again. My hands rummage through his hair, his down the depths of my back.
"There's already a fire burning." He whispered, while nibbling on my ears and neck. I smiled, laughed a little.
"I wonder what happens when it's dark though?"
We grinned at each other, and I got up to blow out the candles. When I got close enough to the bed, he pulled me back in, under the covers. We made out for a long time, until he finally accidentally yawned.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. Let's take a snooze." I laughed, and closed my eyes.
"Night." He said. And we were both out.
I rode home with Billie Joe again. He told the guys to go on home, that he had to see when a book was coming in. He told them it was a new covered, "Catcher in the Rye.", By J.D. Salinger. Really, he wanted to talk to me.
"Kayleigh, baby?" His voice was squeaky.
"Yeah?" I put my hand in his, and he held on tight.
"I bet you know what I'm thinking. It's hormones, maybe, but still. I want you. You make my body ache for you. I thought it was bad yesterday, watching you sleep. You were so beautiful. When we started making out, I wanted so bad to just take you upstairs and leave them. Last night, I dreamt of you. And today, you made it even better. Everything I thought of brought me back to you. You're my everything right now."
"We're not doing it here." He smiled. I cut the tension.
"So you feel it too?"
"Look at you, baby. How could I resist?" He played with my hair, as we kissed shortly. As we drove home, he kept his hand on my thigh. Going home was tough. We ate chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes. I asked Tre and Mike what they had planned tonight.
"We got dates. Mike and me met these two in class. We're gonna take the Hummer." Mike nodded. His food was getting the best of him it seemed.
So they went and got ready. Of course, being the girl of the house, I told them what looked good, what smelled better, what to say, what not to say, the usual. They left, and Billie Joe and I walked them out the door. Billie Joe's hand was on my butt. We watched through the window as they drove off. Billie put the phone on the answering machine, and took my hand. We walked upstairs, to our room. He surprised me there. While I was getting the guys ready, he had made the room a mini paradise. There were light cotton sheets on the bed, candles flickering in the shadows.
For the first time tonight, I noticed him. He was looking at me with these sultry eyes. His belt listlessly hanging on the chair. His shoes were no where. His hair wasn't gelled anymore, and it gave him such a boyish look. I grabbed him by his tie, as he grabbed me by mine. I kissed him once on the lips.
"Back to this game, are we?" He raised his eyebrows. I knew it turned him on.
"Shh." I put my finger on his lips, and he kissed it. He moved my hand to his shoulder, and with the other, reached for a remote. Flicking it on, Al Green began to play.
"How did you know I liked Al Green?"
"I just knew. Now shut up and kiss me before I go insane looking at you." I closed my eyes and sighed. First a little peck, then a little deeper. I felt his tongue searching for a place to go. I opened my mouth, barely, barely, and he found it. In it went, and the make out began. Picking me up while still kissing, he put me on the bed. I pulled off his tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands were everywhere, pulling buttons, pulling off shoes, feeling, touching, like a kid and a new present.
Time passed, and finally, we laid there, our bodies intertwined, breathless. The cd was repeating again. Billie Joe's breaths were short and exhausted like.
"We should blow out the candles. Don't need a fire to start." I started to get up. He pulls me back, and starts kissing me again. My hands rummage through his hair, his down the depths of my back.
"There's already a fire burning." He whispered, while nibbling on my ears and neck. I smiled, laughed a little.
"I wonder what happens when it's dark though?"
We grinned at each other, and I got up to blow out the candles. When I got close enough to the bed, he pulled me back in, under the covers. We made out for a long time, until he finally accidentally yawned.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. Let's take a snooze." I laughed, and closed my eyes.
"Night." He said. And we were both out.
