Deena

                                    

                                          
Sam kissed me.
                          
Sam Fraser kissed me.
                          
Samantha fucking Fraser kissed me.
                          
It was my first kiss too. 
                          
My first kiss was Samantha Fraser. The cute (ex) cheerleader that went to my school. 
                          
And I kissed her back.
                          
She pulled away. 
                          
"I'm sorry.. I don't know what I was thinking." She blurted out afterwards. 
                          
"It's ok, Sam."
                          
"No it's not."
                          
"Why."
                          
"It's bad. It's not right."
                          
"It felt right."
                          
"I.. I shouldn't have done that..."
                          
I could tell she wanted to say something else.
                          
"But..."
                          
"But.... it did feel right. It felt more right than anything I've ever done."
                          
"Me too."
                          
"No one can know though. What if someone tells."
                          
"Who would tell? No one is here, Sam."
                          
"I know. I just-"
                          
"Sam."
                          
"Yeah?"
                          
"It's okay."
                          
"But-"
                          
"No buts. It's okay."
                          
"B-"
                          
She was going to say but again. I could tell. But, I kissed her.
                          
And she kissed me back. More passionately than before. 
                          
So I put my hand on her thigh, she put her hand on my hand.
                          
Then she pulled away again. But this time for something different.
                          
"Deena?"
                          
"Yeah?"
                          
"I want you to do that."
                          
"Do what?"
                          
"What you were wanting to do."
                          
"How do you know what I was wanting to do. You're not a mind reader."
                          
I knew exactly how she knew though, when I wanted something I didn't try to hide it.
                          
"Deena. You put your hand on my thigh."
                          
"I did."
                          
"Is that not you telling me what you want."
                          
"It was.. but.."
                          
"You said no buts." She said, kissing me. 
                          
My hand started inching up her thigh. But then I pulled away and sat straight up.
                          
"What's wrong." 
                          
"Nothing."
                          
"Then why aren't you kissing me anymore."
                          
"No reason."
                          
"Deena.. if you, if you don't like me, I don't care. Just tell me. Don't let me sit here acting like an idiot."
                          
"NO! No. I do like you. I do. I just.."
                          
"What?"
                          
"I just.. don't want to move to fast or anything. I mean, like, what if.. what if we regret it. We just kissed today. I'm not sure about you, but it was my first kiss-"
                          
"It was mine too." She cut me off.
                          
"Exactly! That's just... what if we move too fast."
                          
"What if I want to move fast."
                          
"I do too. But, we shouldn't."
                          
"Okay..."
                          
She sat back on the couch. 
                          
"Well.. what do you want to go now." She said after a couple of minutes.
                          
"Well... we have 30 minutes until work. Should we get dressed and everything."
                          
"Yeah sure."
                          
"Ok cool, come up to my room."
                          
We went to my room and she had her clothes and started to go to the bathroom.
                          
"What are you doing?"
                          
"What do you mean.. you said you didn't want to move fast."
                          
"Sam. We literally changed in the same room the day we met. You can change in my room. My tongue was just down your throat."
                          
"Well when you put it that way-"
                          
"Come on."
                          
I walked over to her, putting my hands on the bottom of her shirt.
                          
I looked at her. 
                          
She gave me a slight nod.
                          
So I started to slowly take off her shirt.
                          
She kissed me and began to take off my shirt.
                          
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