/Samantha/
Because his groans were coming more regularly and his breathing was becoming more rapid, I took that as a sign that I was performing the appropriate actions. After a short period, he gasped and made a sound similar to grunting or moaning as his entire body became rigid and tense. After giving me a passionate kiss and then drawing away, he remarked, "Christ, Samantha, that was fantastic." He was visibly out of breath as he said it, and he was smiling broadly and acting funny as he brought me close to him and wrapped his arms around me. He queried, "Are you sure you haven't done that before?"
I smiled at him as I shook my head and replied, "No." He appeared astonished.
"Seriously? Holy crap, Samantha Bear, it was utterly incredible "He said this while kissing the top of my head. I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes and laid my head on his chest as his heart was still beating rapidly. After a little while, his heart rate dropped down, and I smiled to myself as I drifted back to sleep happily.
I rolled over to hug him when I woke up in the morning, but I found that I was the only one in the bed. What the heck, that's awesome, that's just plain awesome! I can't believe he would do something like that to me; he just took advantage of me and vanished the next morning.
He really is a player. Samantha, you are such a moron. For the love of Christ, please do better. I gave myself a palm slap to the forehead, rolled over, and buried my face in the pillow before letting out the loudest scream I could muster. I gave myself the palm slap. As soon as I realized I wasn't going to be able to keep going, I rolled over and glared angrily at the ceiling.
Oh, God, what in the name of all that is holy am I supposed to tell him? This is going to be so embarrassing that I'm going to have to give up on him! The idea that Henry would no longer be in my life was so upsetting that it caused me to start crying. That was something I couldn't allow to happen, and I just couldn't do without him.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he greeted as he entered the room while wearing a towel around his waist and rubbing another over his blond hair. He looked so damn sexy that it caused my mouth to start watering. I hurriedly wiped away my tears and sat up, wrapping the quilt more securely about myself as I did so.
I smiled awkwardly and said, "Err, hello." He stared at me and made a small frowning face.
As he approached the bed, he questioned its occupant, "Have you been crying?" I sprang rapidly out of the opposite side while dragging the quilt with me.
I responded with a negative while frantically searching the room for anything to put on.
"Are you sure? Is everything all right here? "he inquired. I nodded and looked around until noticing a long t-shirt lying on the ground. I knelt down and picked it up, and although it was very difficult, I was able to put it on while still clinging to the quilt.
When I turned around to look at him, he had a truly downcast expression on his face. "I'm umm going to take a shower," I murmured, flushing once more and coming dangerously close to leaving the room.
Rubbin' his neck uncomfortably, he muttered, "Ok well, I'd best get home and change for school, I'll come pick you up at the regular time."
I choked out a "okay" as I slammed the door behind me and dashed toward the restroom with tears streaming down my cheeks. While I was in the shower, I sobbed till I felt queasy. It's impossible for me to accept this, but now everything is wrecked! Everything is ruined, and it's only going to grow worse and worse until I can't even look at him anymore. I've lost him now, my closest friend in the world; everything is ruined; he was my best friend in the world. Samantha, you are so incredibly dimwitted!
After I had finished showering, I approached my bedroom with extreme caution and warily looked about to see if he was still there. To my relief, the room was empty, and I let out a sigh of relief. I immediately got dressed, dried my hair, and then pulled it back into a sloppy bun before looking in the mirror.
Oh my God, I looked like a complete fool. My eyes were puffy and red from crying, and I had dark circles under my eyes as a result of only getting around three hours of sleep the night before. I tried to cover it up by applying some concealer and mascara, which helped a little bit but didn't completely hide the fact that I was exhausted. My mother yelled up from the basement, "Samantha, Henry's outside," and I thought, "Crap." I quickly changed into some converse shoes and headed downstairs.
Oh my GOD!, my mother said as she told me, "Samantha, about last night." Were they able to hear us? What in the devil am I supposed to say? Damn it! My mother remarked to me, "I don't appreciate you coming home at that time young lady, your stepfather and I were anxious, you should have phoned, thank God you were with Henry." "I don't appreciate you coming home at that time young lady." I exhaled a sigh of relief and thanked God, for I had thought that she had heard both Henry and myself.
"I know Mom, I'm sorry, it won't happen again," the son replied to his mother. I replied in all candor that there was no way that I would ever spend the night in the police station waiting for Blake again. Crap Blake! I have no idea what the heck I'm going to do. Tonight was supposed to be the night that I would meet up with Blake, but I already did that with Henry last night. Am I starting to behave like a slut?
Mom gave me a gentle push in the direction of the door and said, "Ok, Samantha, come on you better get going Henry's waiting." Henry was waiting for me. I could not believe what I was hearing; what the devil am I supposed to say? Henry, I am aware that you tricked me the other night, but can we at least make an effort to be friends? Oh yeah, I can see that working!
I took a few deep breaths before climbing into the car and flashing him a wide, phony smile. He smiled back, but the smile didn't reach his stunning eyes; he seemed to be trying to hide the fact that he was very upset about something. He said to me as he handed me a slice of toast with chocolate spread and a carton of orange juice, "Hey, I figured you wouldn't get time to eat so I brought you this," and as I accepted it, his hand brushed against mine, which caused me to blush.
I mumbled "thank you, Henry" as I discretely crunched on the toast. What the heck were we thinking when we did it the other night? Even though we had an argument and he exploited me last night, he still brought me my favorite breakfast despite the fact that the scent of chocolate spread makes him queasy. He was being thoughtful in spite of the fact that he had used me.
I let out a sigh, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me. "Samantha, about what happened last night," he began.
I inhaled a long and slow breath, "That's ok Henry, lets just pretend it didn't happen ok? I don't want anything about the way we interact to ever alter, so would you just let us forget about it?" I swiftly responded before he could say something that both of us would later come to regret. Before frowning and glancing back out the windshield, he jerked his eyes around to me and let out a sigh.
He asked in a hushed voice, "Is that what you want?"
I pleaded with him and said, "Yes, Henry, I do. I don't want to lose you. Please let's forget it, and be friends." That is going to be extremely challenging for me because I have a huge crush on this guy. I don't know exactly when it happened, but I believe that the month apart was what opened my eyes to the extent to which I required him in my life.
He added as he tightened his hold on the steering wheel, "Okay, Samantha bear, let's forget about it." I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from him, so I forced a grin across my face and prayed that everything would turn out okay.
I managed to stay away from Henry for the entirety of the day, which was a challenge but I believe we required a few days to recover from this minor setback. I was in such a state of exhaustion that whenever I closed my eyes, I saw his face. I thought that he was kissing me, and I vividly recalled the sensation of his hands on me and the flavor of his tongue on mine.
I had no choice but to take the ride home with him, so I waited outside his car for him till he arrived. When he did, he walked up to me feeling a little embarrassed and gave me an awkward hug that lasted for a split second before he drew away.
He greeted her by caressing his neck and saying, "Hey, Samantha bear."
"Hey, Henry, how are things going for you today?" I inquired getting in.
"Yeah, good, you?" he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "Yeah, Susan is going to pick me up for the game tonight, so I won't need a ride."
"Oh, I see. Do you still need my number?" He inquired in a low voice while seeming a bit uncertain of himself.
With a grin on my face, I responded, "Sure I do, I'm still your number one fan." He smiled broadly and gave a contented nod, which caused the warmth in my heart to spread throughout my entire body.
As I jumped out of the car and we arrived at our home, I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Well, I'll see you after the game, and we both have the best of luck," you said. As I ran through the opening in the fence that separated our two homes, I shouted while waving.
While he was seeing me depart, he cried out, "See you, Samantha bear." Okay, that wasn't too terrible of an experience, I thought to myself with a grin, maybe we really could make this plan function. Oh, I prayed that it was.
I was sitting in the bleachers cheering along with everyone else, but I had no idea what I was cheering for or why I was doing it. Nevertheless, I was doing it. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist, and when I looked up, I saw Blake standing there looking as enticing as he always does. He smiled at me, and he appeared to be in a great mood. Suddenly, I found myself thinking about Henry, but I forced those thoughts from my mind and forced myself to grin. "What's up, Jailbait? How have you been? You seem to be exhausted "he boasted with a smug smirk on his face.
"Wow, Blake, you truly know how to make a girl feel special," I remarked to him while rolling my eyes and flashing him a sneer.
He said with a wink, "I missed you," and my first thought was, "Oh my God, did he miss me?" Now that I've done this, I feel terrible; I almost feel as if I cheated on him or something, but since we're not actually together, I guess that doesn't count as cheating, does it?
"Are you starting to like me more and more?" I said teasingly.
"Maybe a bit," he laughed as he tickled me in the ribs, which caused me to laugh and wriggle away from him.
He took hold of my hand and we watched the game in complete silence. At first he tried to explain some of the moves to me, but after a short while he started laughing since I still didn't understand. He was joking with me when he playfully slapped my behind and said, "You know for a clever girl you can be a bit of a moron."
It "takes one to know one," I winked out as I spoke. Okay, this was simple; not only was he attractive, but he was also quite easy to get along with. So he didn't give me the chills when he touched me, and he didn't set my body on fire when he kissed me, but Henry wasn't interested in having a girlfriend, so I needed to do something to get him off my mind, and Blake is undeniably a good man at heart. So there.