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I swallowed, nervous as all get out, but I followed him like he asked. He sat our sodas on his dresser. Then he guided me to his bed. I sat down while he slipped off his shoes.
He turned on some music. Soft and low. He came to me and laid down on the bed. He patted the mattress beside him. I watched him unsure of myself. Suddenly unsure of him because of what Tyson had told me.
“Come here, Abby. I just want to hold you in my arms.”
I crawled across the bed and he wrapped me in his embrace. That is all he did, just like he told me. Cal held me. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest and I thought he had fallen asleep. When I raised my head, his eyes met mine.
“What?” He asked.
“I just wondered if you were sleeping.”
“No, just thinking,” he replied.
I laid my head back against him and put my hand on his rock, hard stomach. My fingers traced absently through the lightweight fabric of his shirt. He covered my hand with his after a few minutes.
“Abby,” he groaned. He rolled over me, his leg pinning me to the bed. Cal removed my glasses and laid them on the nightstand. “That’s better,” he said. “I like seeing your eyes.” His fingers traced down my cheek and my eyes closed at his soft touch. “You’re so beautiful.”
I snorted at him.
“You are. You hide behind those,” he nodded towards the nightstand where he had laid my glasses.
He hovered near me waiting to see what I would do. I was nervous. I had never been on a boy’s bed before. I had never had one laying practically on top of me.
Then he brushed his lips across me. Sweetly. Tenderly. Testing the waters. His hand snaked across the skin of my stomach. He groaned. Then Cal left it there. He didn’t inch his way up higher trying to touch more of me. He didn’t go lower either. Maybe just because he was fine touching my bare stomach.
Finally, he moved his hand down to my hip pulling me closer to him. My eyes flew open. His eyes were closed. I pushed back on Cal and he released me.
“I’m not ready for this,” I said my voice trembling.
He kissed my lips one more time.
“There is no this,” he replied. “Not yet. I just like kissing you Abby. I can’t help it if I get excited.”
I rested my hands on his shoulders unsure of what to do with them. I gripped harder, my nails digging into the firmness of his muscles. “Do you know how the boys talk in the locker room?” I asked.
He sighed and released me. I flopped back on the bed and Cal rested his head on his hand. “Why don’t you tell me what Tyson told you last night?”
I stuttered and stammered. Then I couldn’t meet his eyes. Cal ran his finger across my cheek forcing me to look at him and my eyes flew up to his.
“Tell me Abby,” he said.
“You have way more experience than I do.”
“I don’t. I was honest with you.” His hand cupped my face. “We talk to make ourselves sound way more experienced than we are.” He kissed me. “I doubt any of my friends have been with as many of the girls that they say they have been with either.”
His lips brushed over mine again and again. He was making it hard to think. I let my hands slide down his shoulders. I gripped his biceps, hard and firm. Cal rolled over on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
I inhaled.
I couldn’t breathe not because he was heavy. His eyes boring into me, showing me what I was making him feel. His eyes were intense. “I’m falling for you Abby,” Cal whispered.
I didn’t know what to say.
“You’re all I think about and if I have sex with another girl it will be you but I’m not pushing you. I’ll wait as long as you want to wait.” He rested his upper body weight on his forearms, shifting his weight at the same time. He didn’t say anything else. He just gazed at me.
No one had ever made me think the things I was thinking. Feel the things that I was feeling. Then, his lips moved against my lips. They traced across my neck sending shivers down my spine.
“Abby,” he whispered my name near my ear.
