Ch. 7 Picture Perfect
"That one there, that's where it's at." My dear Nikon, now boyfriend by the way, tells me. "That's where the shit is happening!"
"Shut up." I say and nudge his stomach with my elbow. We keep scrolling down the cursor to look at some photographs that I have taken this week in search of something special.
"Really, they're great." I shift my body from his lap and give him a peck on the lips.
After I got my job back at the bowling alley, everything changed. That kiss that he gave me started something, I say this because after I stepped out from Chris's office and into the outside, there Damien stood, worry clearly written on his face, but when I approached me he gave me a kiss. After that we went all smitten on each other, a little dose of Love Sprung, sprinkled in with puppy love, but still real in so many levels.
"Hmm, I don't really like anything. Everything looks...uninspiring." I say shifting my body back to face his huge Mac computer. I feel Damien's hand grip my hips tighter making my imagination bloom with wonderful pictures.
"So you want to get inspired, huh?" He says and his lips touch my shoulder.
"Yes. How do you do it? All your stuff is so great. Damn you." I disconnect the usb ports from my camera from his keyboard and roll the cords up.
"I'll show you some inspiration." He says with a muffled voice as he traces the length of my neck.
"Kinky." I reply. I twist my body again as he lifts his head from the crook of my neck, forcing him to meet my eyes. God, this is what I always wanted Nikon in my arms. Well technically I was in his lap, but it still served the same purpose. We were together. I then pressed my forehead to his wishing this to last forever. I kiss his nose. I kiss his cheek. I kiss the corners of his mouth, leading up to the bounty. His mouth. As I touch my lips to his I relish the taste of him, the tangy and the sweet, the way he clearly moisturizes his lips because they are so soft. Everything.
He stands up with me in his arms and I warp my arms around his neck just so I won't fall. He carries me through the living and pushes his way through his bedroom. Simple and white, but still honestly him. He sits me down with such grace, I feel like this is how any girls first time should be. Except this wasn't my first time, I wasn't a virgin. But ideally every girl should be carried and laid so lovely. As I lay on my back his mouth stays connected to mine as if nothing can breach us.
"Gwen?" he says breathlessly.
"Yes?" I ask the same way.
"Uhm...I have condoms. Do you-do you...shit."
"Yes I do. Now go get them." I say with a laugh. God who knew he'd be so timid to ask. He straightens up, walking to his bathroom as I'm left alone for a few moments. Yes I did want this. I've been wanting this. Does that make me...slutty? I hope not. Damien comes back with a little plastic square in his hand ready to go seeing as his smile is as huge as someone going to Disney Land for the first time. Damn that place was magical. And this would be too.
He sits back awkwardly making sure not to look to hormonal, but we all know, guys are always hormonal. He reaches his hand to my cheek, bringing me closer to me for a kiss. His hands go under my shirt to explore there. His hands are also soft, I feel it in the way he messages me kneads me, they know what they're doing. I try to mimic what he does by going under his shirt too, discover a great set of abs. By the feel of it, they are modest, but still feel electrifying. His hands try to lift my shirt off so I sit upright so he can take it off right, and we finally stop kissing. I take advantage of the moment and lift his white t shirt off as well leaving us both shirtless. His right hand goes to the small of my back and pushes me forward to him so we can be closer, and also so he can take my bra off. One handed. Impressive, I know. I feel the pressure of it off and know I am now also bra less.
I want to be impressive too, so I press one hand on his cheek while the other one undoes his button.
"Wow, nice." he says against my lips.
"I have tricks too." I respond. I feel his chuckle on my lips and then he lays me back down. I massage his head as he slides the jeans of my legs making sure those brown of locks of his are truly molested by my hands. He takes his own jeans off sort of like he's alternating between us, he takes one item of clothing I'm next, and etc. His hands land on the top of my underwear, but he pauses to lock eyes with me. Those blue eyes of his, are like precious marbles that show a bit hunger. I look at him too meet him with the same kind of stare, obviously pleased by this, suddenly we are both completely naked.
Safety is always important, that is why he made sure to slip the precaution on soon after. We united our mouths once again and he lurches over me while positioning himself at the right angle. As he pressed his forehead to mine and stops kissing me, that's when he started.
When I dated my douchebag boyfriend last year, it had never been like this. He was more into himself, than us when we did this. But Damien was different. He didn't stop looking at me as he moved. It was ten times better because he was tentative.
His motion was constant, in out, in out. He laid his head against my shoulder as he pumped inside me, making me go hay wire and lock my legs behind him. I was so flustered, I head to lay my head back.
"Is this okay?" He asked against my neck.
"Good." He says as he lifts me up from my back and into an upright position. This is a much more intimate positions since it's like we are hugging each other, but with a physical connection. He leaves trails of his kisses down from my neck to the navel between my breasts. They were all soft kisses, with gentleness, paralleling his motion down there.
After what seemed like forever he lays me back, to our first position and he finally speeds up. He moves into me fiercely until he comes. After we both catch our breath we lay next to each other and cover ourselves with his white sheets. It was a lovely way to end the night. Me in his arms, just like I wanted.
In the middle of the night, I hear my familiar ringtone go off. The Dexter theme song.
"Shit." I hear myself say. I try to wipe away my sleep and go after my jeans. I spot them somewhere by the bed and take out my cell just in time before it stops ringing. "Hello?" I say groggily.
"Gwen? Where are you?"
"Chris? Why are you calling me so early?" I check Damien's clock, and...shit.
"Late? It's fucking eleven am!"
"Oh shit! Oh my god I am so sorry" I tell him and stand up quickly. I go in search of my underwear and manage to put them on as I handle the phone.
"You are an hour late to your shift."
"I know," I say and find my bra and shirt, and hold them tightly and try to come up with something clever. "I'll be there ASAP." Okay that wasn't clever.
"Hurry the fuck up." He says and hangs up.
"What happened?" Damien says as he wakes as groggily as I was.
"Chris called. I'm late for work." I put on my bra followed by my shirt and face Nikon again.
"What time is it?"
"Eleven. How did we sleep so long?"
"No I know." I said with a chuckle. I go over to him and kiss him on the lips. "See you later? No class today remember?" He nods and smiles at me. I go into his bathroom and try to fix myself up. I brush my teet, wash my face, and try to tame my hair.
"Instead of the guy ditching the girl, you're ditching the guy." Nikon comments as he now leans back on the wall.
I smile at him, wave and say "Bye now." I walk to his computer pack my camera into it's bag and jog out of his apartment.
Damn, last week i was fired, and now I might get fired again. My phone goes off again as I take it out from my pocket I notice it's Ramon.
"What?" I say irritated.
"Someone's in big trouble."
"What? Are we in middle school again? So what?"
"So what? Dad's going to kill you. You didn't come home last night, and we all know it was not to sleep over at your bff's."
"Ramon, I'm twenty. A grown woman. I can do as I please." I jog to the nearest bus stop and pray that the bus comes quickly.
"Sure, but I'm just warning you. last time I checked you still leeched off of us."
"Leeched off of you? Dude you don't work and- Wait why am I talking to you? Fuck. Off." I tell and hang up.
Oh, today was going to suck. I had the best night last night, and in order to keep balance, the world was going to make today a really bad day.
Damn you world and your need for balance.