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It's valentin's day already and she’s there, sitting on his desk chair, her feet on his bed, eating all the chocolate. She's going to complain that her stomach hurt tonight but really it's her own fault he already warned her twice. But she's here eating them one after the other. Caleb keeped all the chocolate he received for her, like always. For her Caleb is being so nice and generous, but for him, he knows he’s being selfish. He just want to watch her for hours eating them like that, licking her finger after finishing one of them, her legs spread on his bed in her tiny–so fucking tiny shorts and his shirt as a top. But this year it was different, just because of what she said.
"Do you think your first kiss is important?"
He blink lifting his gaze from her lips to her eyes.
"Why?"
"You can't answer by another question!" She pout.
"Of course it's important." He smiles warmly.
"Do you think you should keep it for a special time or person?" She straightened on the chair.
He's taking time to think, or pretending to think about it. Really he just wants her to be his first and she’s already special to him. He already thought about it, a lot, he even thought about practicing with another girl. But really her lips are all he's thinking, the taste of it, are they as sweet as they look when she talk ? He imagines her lips all over his face–and body, but he needs to stop the voice inside his head before it starts showing on his face.
"Why are you thinking about that?"
"One of my friends just had hers" she shoved another chocolate inside her open mouth and continued. "She said it was terrible, that he was a bad kisser and he should have trained"
She had a small laugh, like she pity the guy. Which makes Caleb swallow hard, maybe he needs to practice to be perfect for her.
"And?" He kept his voice steady, trying to sound totally chill about this topic.
"And it got me thinking. I don't want for my future boyfriend to think I'm a bad kisser"
The word future boyfriend just crushed his heart. So she is considering having a boyfriend, even after all he's done to discourage her.
"Maybe I need to train." She threw the empty chocolate box in his trashcan. "I just need someone to teach me." she said, looking right in his eyes. He's trying to stay calm, to not show her how he's burning inside.
"You need someone to teach you?" It's like Caleb's brain freezes there. Did he hear her right ? She wants HIM to teach her how to kiss.
"Why are you saying it like that? You're the one always saying I need to rely on you." She finally got up from his chair to sit next to him on his bed. He's trying to control the look on his face, not to show her how she is disarming him.
"And who better than you anyway? You are older so you surely know how to do it, plus you are someone special to me." She came closer to him while he's trying to keep his distance by laying back on his bed.
She straddles him waiting for an answer. He's sure he's red now, his eyes are pleading her to not go further because if she do, his brain will not survive this torture. At the same time, being the person she want to practice with can have his benefit. He could be her first in everything, he could just kiss her so good she won't kiss anybody after that. One of his hands found its way to her waist almost instinctively.
"I can teach you a thing or two" he said, already lost in his thoughts, like she hypnotized him. Her face came close, slowly, letting him time to back away, but he's frozen waiting for her to finally give in for him.
Her lips finally touch his, he's so hard it starts to hurt. Her lips are soft, his hand on her hips is holding her tight, like he's trying to anchor himself, like he's trying to be sure he's not dreaming. He also needs to keep her still so she doesn't feel his hard on, plus he can surely come from just one friction of her body on him.
She deepened the kiss, putting her hand on his shoulder to lean on him. Opening her mouth slightly to him as she let a soft moan escape her throat. The sound got instantly registered in his head for later uses. She licked his lower lips innocently trying to taste his lips, he let his tongue play with hers for a moment. Exploring the inside of her mouth, she let him do as he pleased, his finger on her waist quivering with each lap of their tongue.
Then she pulled back slowly, licking his lips a last time. A string of saliva linking them for an instant. And Caleb can't even focus his gaze on her, his brain is completely out of space and time right now. She puzzles him and then brings a hand to his cheeks before kissing him again. More roughly, she put a hand to his nape, to keep him glued to her. He can still taste the chocolate she ate just a moment before. His hands start to think for themselves as they start to roam on her back and side. He can't stop himself, too lost on the taste of her on his tongue, the feeling of her body this close to his.
She pulls back again to take a breath, looking out of breath already. He watches her chest while she inhales and exhales softly. There's no sound in the room except the one of their breath. Her hand stayed behind his nape now scraping his short hair. Her nails having the perfect pressure against his skin.
"Did you had your first one already?" She asks, looking him in the eyes again. With an edge to her voice like she's anticipating his answer. Her brows frown a little like she'll be mad if he had.
It takes a time for Caleb to find his voice back.
"If I had, didn't you would've known? You're always glued to me." He said trying to tease her, but he looked too wrecked to be taken seriously.
She smiled at him, satisfied with his answer. And then she got back up, leaving his embrace, letting only the ghost of her touch on him.
"So Caleb's natural to it, I need to tell my friends." She winked at him, biting her lips a little. Caleb doesn't answer, she took that voice, the one when she wants him to win the arcade game, or when she wants something from him. Acting cute as if she hadn't rewrite his entire nervous system.
"It's nice to know we were both our first don't you think?" She asked him.
He nodded to her, sitting back up. He can't even hide the tent in his pants and just hope she won't see it, or just ignore it because he can't help it right now. He saw her grab her phone on his desk. And just like that she got out of his room giggling. Caleb stayed still on his bed for a moment before locking his door to prevent her from getting inside again. He needs time for himself right now, to get this out of his head. She just kissed him, two times actually. And she liked it. He wonders what he could also show her as he opens his pants and slides his hand under the waistband of his boxer. Maybe next time they could do more than two kisses.