Kisses

13. Save this number

🤍🖤💜 Jacob 💜🖤🤍

Just when we are about to head home, I ask for her number discreetly. With her father nearby, I don’t want to be open about it. I really behaved like an idiot at the dinner table. She must be thinking, I am some awkward dork or something. Technically, I am in many aspects. I just don’t want her to know about it. Not yet.

I couldn’t be happier when she obliged and entered her number into my phone. My smile widens when I see the contact name she entered ‘Dull-Mean-Happening-Girl. Too long but works.

She is a tease and I like that... Her dating life probably isn’t as clean as a slate like mine. I hope I can leave an impression good enough to convince her to date.

After Mom’s lecture about my tone, my room, and my ungrateful attitude in general, I am ready for bed. My fingers are itching to text her.

I give myself several excuses like ‘she doesn’t have my number yet’ or ‘ We need to figure out a weekend study session schedule‘.

I ignore it’s only Tuesday, and we have plenty of time. I also ignore that we came back from her home barely an hour ago.

‘Had a great time with you tonight’

I delete the text immediately. It was a family dinner. Get a grip, Boy!

‘Dinner was really great’

Deleted again. I said it many times to Mrs. Miller.

‘Hey Jacob here save this number’

By the time I finally send the message, my heart is thumping like a drum. She doesn’t answer me. Of course, she doesn’t answer me. She isn’t desperate like me. Although I sent the text barely two minutes ago. I have a stupid crush on her, after all. First crush of my life, for christ’s sake.

I reread the text again and start to recall all the embarrassing things I did tonight. I wonder if she noticed all of these? Did she notice how I spilled some soup while serving and that comment I made? Oh My God! Her father hates me already. Did she notice how I was constantly staring at her in the living room? Her soft lips. Stray hair on her face. Green eyes. I had to try so hard to focus on tv.

I can see myself behaving like my friends did when they were 13-14. and it’s pathetic.

The thought itself sobers me up. The last thing I want from her is to avoid me because I am a creep. Because I really feel guilty about tricking mom into getting this dinner arranged. I switch off the phone and toss it across the bed and try to sleep.

It takes longer, but finally I slumber.

Then something happens that has never happened before. I dream and I dream about her.

She walks toward me wearing a white silk dress. I could tear it apart with a single hand. Her nipples poke through the thin cloth.

“Is your cock as big as you, Jacob?”

“What do you think?” I ask.

“I would never know unless I see it.” She says wetting her lips and my cock goes hard as a rock.

“Why don’t you touch it?” I ask.

she shakes her head and says, “I would rather feel it.”

She pushes me down onto the bed and I unbutton myself. She pulls my jeans and boxes away with her slender fingers. Then she gets on the bed and picks her dress up so I can see her lean legs and her bare bottom. My heart thumps with excitement. Then she slowly and steadily takes me in. She rides me sensually and I bask in the heavenly pleasure of her slick and wet cunt. When she squeezes her pussy, I groan and climax with intense pleasure. I wake up to see my cock in my hand cum all over me.

I should be embarrassed, but instead I feel a strange sense of contentment. It feels like a milestone I was waiting for. But I thought it would never happen.

14. Kisses

🤍🖤💜 Jacob 💜🖤🤍

I wake up in the morning to constant scratching and whining sounds… and random low bark. Coco is trying to wake me up. I wish she would just let me sleep till noon. It’s Wednesday and sleeping till noon won’t happen anyway, so I sigh and get out of bed. She needs to freshen up. I change for a walk and look in the general direction where I threw my phone last night. Out of all the comments my Mom made, I do agree I need to clean up my room. This is why I cannot find my phone and Coco starts whining. It’s an emergency. I need to hurry up.

“Ok Ok! I will get my phone later! Let’s go for your walk...”

“Just don’t poop!” I tell her. As if she will listen to me. Drawbacks of having a dog!

They poop and you gotta pick it up. And you gotta wake up early... And their hair!

If I ask mom though, I am sure she will add another ten drawbacks to the list. She is right, though. Once I go to college, she cannot take care of Coco.

I glance at the clock before going out of the house. It’s 5:55. I gotta be back in 30 minutes to be on time for school.

Once out, Coco does her business and we start walking toward the lake. I know the general direction. Hopefully, I can go and get back on time. I should have grabbed my watch. Mom also pointed out I am clumsy. She is probably right.

It’s really beautiful on this side of the city. Still, I miss the dingy apartments and less-than-perfect roads near our old house. But things were getting worse. So I am glad we moved. I only have 6 months left of school but at least June will get a better environment.

On my way to the lake, I take a few wrong turns, but I eventually find my way to the right path. I am late and should head back, but the scenery in front of me is breathtaking and I want to sit here to soak all the beauty in. These people with a wonderful view in front of their houses must be lucky and filthy rich.

I find a bench to sit there and choose a random jogger as a bookmark to head back. Unless she takes a detour... then I and Coco might end up waiting here till eternity.

I immerse myself in the incredible feeling of wind playing with my hair. I sit there mesmerized by Lotus floating and beautiful ripples in the water here and there when a voice startles me.

“I wasn’t expecting to see her this soon.”

Turns out, my bookmarked jogger was someone I had dinner with last night. Family dinner I know… I don’t mind if I get late for school now.

The delightful morning suddenly becomes memorable with the brunette hair green-eyed neighbor in my sight.

My well-trained Coco doesn’t give her a break and starts jumping to hug her, or probably climb on her lap? I don’t know what she wants sometimes.

“Wow! She is super excited isn’t she?” Natalie says, trying to pet her and trying to stay on her feet. It’s difficult with Coco launching herself on her again and again.

I am trying to pull her harness, but it isn’t working at all. Embarrassing.

“Believe me, she behaves sometimes.”

Natalie chuckles and squats. I tame Coco somehow. She sits and starts licking Natalie’s palm. I grimace, thinking about all the things she licked on her way to the lake. While Natalie strokes Coco’s beautiful blond fur, I steal glances at Natalie’s workout attire. Sports bra with leggings. Sweat dripping from the neck towards Ahem.

Stop…

I should stop. I want to stop. But my mind throws me a thousand images of her riding me from my dream last night and my face goes hot.

“What happened to you?” She chuckles and asks.

Just don’t ask!

“Nothing… So, are you a runner?” I ask to distract myself.

“yea, I participate in races. Morning is a good time for workout and practice”

Last night I wanted to ask her about trophies decorated in their dining room, but got distracted by her reaction after I mentioned hockey. I am cherishing her flawless smile while her palms stroke Coco’s fur. I suddenly notice the time on her wrist and jump to my feet. “It’s 6:45 already?”

After a goodbye handshake and a few more kisses (with Coco…, not me people) We part ways.

I might have claimed I don’t care if I get late to school, turns out I still care. A certain girl doesn’t affect my punctuality and I am pleased with myself.