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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
So im a guy...but i have an imagination

Submitted: July 22, 2012

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Submitted: July 22, 2012

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 I walked into the elevator and my hand hovered over the buttons, a finger landing on level 38. My new home. I sighed deeply, and started to smile, a dimple blossoming on one cheek. The elevator came to a stop and a person walked in. A familiar person. His blond hair was windswept and his blue eyes raked the spacious elevator resting on mine. He smiled and I felt my knees tremble for a second. “Pull yourself together Cass. He’s a person too” I felt like I was in a dream and began to feel self-conscious. The elevator shuddered and came to a stop. I frowned and saw the light flicker momentarily. Minutes passed and I sat on the ground, resting against the walls coldly pressing into me. The boy sat down opposite me and smiled that crooked smile again. “Hi, I’m Drew ” His hand gripped mine and I could feel the callouses running along his fingertips, tickling the back of my hand. “Hey, I’m Cass. It’s really nice to meet you” I grinned brightly at him, confident on the outside, crumbling from excitement on the inside. “Well Cass, I’m glad to have met you too” After hours of talking, I heard a grumbling sound and giggled. “Hungry?” I teased and opened my bag, filled with food of all sorts. It was like Christmas come early. I felt the elevator come back to life, rearing into motion. All too soon a bell dinged, echoing through my ears and the doors slid open, revealing the door to my new apartment. I slowly stepped through the doors and turned around, staring at him, trying to burn his face into my mind, so I would never forget. The doors began to close and I scrunched my face up, not knowing what to do. I really liked him, not because he was famous or attractive or whatever, but because he’d opened the door for me. I had seen the real Drew and I was letting him slip through my fingers, like sand. I tried to hold on tighter, but he fell too fast. “DREW” I yelled through the doors. “Wait..” My voice faltered and I knew he was gone. “Great job. You finally met him and it was all great until the end” I muttered darkly under my breath and turned, resigned, to my apartment. The key glinted through my fingers as I turned it in the lock. I couldn’t do this. I ripped my hand away from the lock, dragging the key with it. I shoved my hand into my jean pocket, letting the key go. I went to the door and opened it. I started to run up the stairs, stumbling from moving too fast. “What floor button did he press? Damn it, which one was it?” A lightbulb went off and I halted. Here I was. I gingerly pushed open the door, to see him twist into a room. “DREW! DREW!! oh for fuck’s sake” I screamed, but I heard the click as the door closed and was locked. “Fucking hell. fucking shitfaced fucking fuck. ya shower of cunts”  I cursed silently under my breath as I walked towards the closed door. My breaths came out ragged and uneven as I stood, in conflict with myself outside his door. If I knocked I would see him, spend more time with him, and if I didn’t I wouldn’t be all gross and tired, but I might miss my chance. Damn, better go for it. (YOLO) I wiped the hair out of my face and rapped on the door a few times. “Just one mo…” I heard that Irish voice and I started to tremble. Nah I can’t do this. I began to walk away but the door opened, a gentle creak resounding off the hallway walls. “Cass! Where you going?” His voice sounded so happy and genuine that I turned around and ran into his arms. I could smell the subtle and lingering smell of his aftershave and his arms tightened around me. He guided me into the room and handed me a glass of water. The curtain was bunched up at one end, showing me the view of the city and across that, the water. I smiled at the ground and looked back up to see Drew waiting impatiently for my explanation. I fiddled with my bracelet. “I couldn’t let you.. walk.. away” I said lamely, laughing at my excuse. He brought out some Nando’s and cake and we gorged ourselves silly. As nightfell, the city became a blanket of lights and the moon and stars bounced off the ocean’s water.I grabbed his hand and went to the elevator. I pressed the down button repeatedly, impatient for my idea to begin. I went to my apartment and grabbed a basket, throwing in some food and a blanket. We arrived in the lobby and crossed the road, ducking and weaving in between cars to the Boost across the street. I grabbed two smoothies and led him through the side streets, ignoring his constant inquisitive questions. Finally we reached it.  The sand lay before us, pale in the moonlight and the light from around us danced along the water. I pulled off my jeans and my top, running joyfully into the water. I waded out, fighting the crashing of the waves and letting the warm, silky water wash over me. I fell below the waves and hovered, grabbing handfuls of sand and letting them go. I felt his hands grab my waist and pull me above the water. His eyes glinted in the light and we floated in the water, appreciating each others company. Drew out of the water and opened the basket full of food. We ate and slept for a bit, snuggling up on the blanket, the sand sticking between our toes, mingling with the water. I woke up, limbs entangled with Drew’s, as the sky was beginning to turn grey. I turned over and rolled until I was resting gently against Drew. I pressed my lips to his. Feeling him stir underneath me, I went deeper and deeper into the kiss as he returned it. I bit his bottom lip and the salt that had dried into it made my tongue tingle. I let my hands wander, running over his warm body. His rough hands moved along my back, deftly undoing my bra clip in one fluid motion. As his hands moved lower I felt butterflies explode in my stomach. His fingers gribbed my hips and played and twisted on my underwear. I moved my hands down to his v-line and traced the shape, his body moving gently against mine. I held onto the waistband of his boxers as his hands moved to my stomach. He lingered before sliding his hand to my thigh and ran it along the inside, slowly moving along between my knee and underwear. His hand tickled between my legs and I moved closer to him. He giggled in our kiss and the warmth was gone. Instead a new warmth was on my chest. I giggled and tugged his pants off. He mirrored my actions and soon we were moving against each other, both begging for more.  (to shorten the story, we had sex. it’ll take too long for details and stuff and im lazy) Drew sat up, and I sat in front of him, with his legs wrapped around me, securing me in place. I leant against his chest, his hands holding my waist and tracing my hips, occasionally tickling my stomach. My cheek rubbed against his, the stubble tickling my face and giving me goosebumps. I tilted my face into his neck and kissed the hollow of his neck. He moved away from me, still leaving butterfly kisses on my stomach. He put his hands underneath my knees, bending them and began to kiss along the inside of my thigh, slowly making his way up. I felt the teaser and then the pleaser. I arched my back, leaning my body in as I felt his tongue in me. I moaned in pleasure. Drew moved away from me, teasing, and left me hanging. I looked at him and tried to hide a smile. He crawled over me and lowered himself onto me, but left his face a few centimetres above mine. He moved closer and closer, his mouth hovering millimetres from mine. I lifted my face to meet his lips, but he moved back a bit. I growled angrily, getting a bit annoyed that Drew had left me hanging and was now teasing me. I pushed him over and lay on him. I moved myself into a more comfortable position and we started to move in time with each other.We walked hand in hand, the sun browning our backs. We entered the lobby and stood waiting for the elevator. A bell sounded and we stepped into the elevator. My hand hovered over the buttons, eventually landing on number 38. I giggled as we stood hand in hand. It was the same elevator we had met in. We walked to my apartment and ate BACON and CAKE all day.


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