6 comments/ 14432 views/ 4 favorites Perceptions Ch. 01 By: susannahwrites "Seriously, Imogen, it's like I am on fire! My nipples are hard, I'm walking around with a risk of chafing at how wet I am, and all I can think of is how much I need sex! I burst out laughing in Italian for goodness sakes!" I whined on our walk to the bus. "You disrupting our Italian class laughing, what else is new?" She laughed at me, brushing her curly hair out of her face. "Daniela was discussing how to make the 'c' sound hard and kept repeating 'to get it hard' and I couldn't help it!" I laughed hard at the memory. Imogen pulled me out of the way as I threw my head back while laughing and nearly head-butted the old man behind us. He stalked past us, muttering something about 'silly kids' and sent us into convulsions again. "You need help with something, Annabelle?" Tommy pushed himself away from the wall where he was leaning, smirking at me as he obviously slid his eyes down my body, halting on all my curves. I was proud of my figure - standing tall at almost 6 feet, my top-heavy figure exentuated by my long legs and 34E breasts that caught everyone's attention; but the way he stared seemed different to most other guys. I groaned at the use of my full name, rolled my eyes at Imogen and turned to face him. "And why would you care, Thomas? You've made it pretty clear that we're 'just study partners', and that you don't exactly like me. Why should you care that I haven't had sex in a month and that I'm so horny that I'm willing to have sex with the first attractive man who crawls his way into my bed?" I burst out laughing at the shocked look on his face, before turning away from him to board the bus. He looked dazed as he found the first available seat and pulled out his phone, staring blankly at the feet of the man across the aisle. Imogen and I sat further up and discussed our English assignment until we reached her stop. "You could do worse, Belle. I mean, have you looked at him lately? He's seriously hot," Imogen whispered to me before she stepped off the bus. I laughed at her words, ignoring her completely. This was Tommy, I mean the guy had been chubby since he moved next door to me, then went over-board in the weight department when he hit lower school. He'd lost weight since then, but he wasn't exactly 'my type' - the hot, ripped surfer types that you see on magazine covers. I moved down to rejoin Tommy after she left, and sat in silence. We were English partners for our next assignment, and I felt guilty about before. Plus, I needed him to explain what to do, I hated English assignents. "You really think I don't like you?" He asked his feet. "If that's to me, Tommy, yeah, I think so." He looked up, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. "I've known you since we were 5 and you climbed up your tree and looked over the fence at me. You yelled at me for barking back at your dog and you've never forgiven me since, over the dumbest reason. Why the fuck do you think I would like you, you can't even say something nice to me." I sat there, stunned. I hadn't seen it that way, simply choosing to ignore him all through school and until we got into university together. We were so competitive that we never seemed to get along well together, always arguing and fighting. We were good at the same things and were always top of our classes together, but it was an uneasy ignorance that I held towards him, trying to prolong our inevitable slide into complete hatred. I didn't want to hate anybody. But I hadn't asked him to like me anyway. "Anyway, are we studying for this assignment tonight? You said tonight would be when you're free." He snapped at me, eyes focusing somewhere to the right of my head. "Yep, sure. Just come around 7 and knock on the door." I grabbed my bag and rang the bell for the stop. Jumping down off the bus step, I swung my bag onto my shoulder and marched to my door, stopping to watch him enter his house before slamming the door shut behind me, loud enough that I knew he would hear it. How dare he have a go at me! I've never done anything to him! He's the one who can't keep his eyes to himself, can't work in a team, can't play nice. And he thinks I'm the one who is to blame! Boys. *** Seven o'clock came and went. 7:30 passed too. I sat at my desk in my room, fuming and checking the time, my books out in front of me but I couldn't concentrate. Fidgeting with my top button that held my favourite boyfriend-style oversized shirt closed, I crossed and uncrossed my legs impatiently, smoothing out the wrinkles in my jeans. I sent him another (thirteenth) text about how when someone organizes a time to study, generally that time is the time the other person is expected. Finally, it was 8:00 and I heard a knock. Getting up, I walked to my bedroom door and opened it, about to walk to the front door, when I heard it again. Frowning, I spun around and swept open my curtains to my French doors that opened to the backyard. Standing there in the clothes he had worn all day, books and a half-squashed daisy in his arms, was Tommy. I opened my doors with the intention of berating him about his obvious lack of time management skills, and he pushed his way past me without a word. Throwing his books onto my desk, he placed the daisy on top of my laptop and pushed me onto my bed. I hit the mattress and tried to bounce up, but he held me down and stared into my eyes as I gazed up at him, shocked. "What the fuck do you think you-" I got out before he kissed me. It wasn't just a good kiss, like when I kissed Mike on summer camp when we were volunteering for disadvantaged youth and he introduced me to French kissing. It wasn't a bad kiss either, like the nameless guy at a club when both of us were too drunk to really be any good, and he had a severe case of 'washing-machine tongue'. No, this kiss gave me chills to the base of my spine, curled my toes and made my arms reach around his shoulders to pull him closer to me. This kiss - this was a game-changer. I moaned into his mouth as his lips moved over mine, tongue flicking lightly along my top lip and sweeping across my bottom lip. He pushed my arms off him and stared down at me, panting slightly. I made a strangled sound and tried to move out from under him, but he trapped me with a push-up style cage. I pushed up at his chest, noting that he was a whole lot more muscular than I remembered. Curious, I slid up his t-shirt and checked him out as best I could, being pinned to the bed by his body. He had kept the layer of fat that could be called 'baby fat' except for the fact that we were 19 and that should have left by now. But everything else - the boy was solid! His chest muscles were tense from holding himself up in that position and I grazed my nails over his pecs, before sliding one hand down his arms and feeling the muscles there. I inhaled when I felt his arms, strong and firm. I loved the hidden secret - the fact that, on a second glance, it showed that he's so much stronger than he looked. Returning to his chest, I raked my nails over his skin once more, watching as his eyes glazed over further. Gently rubbing then pinching one of his nipples, I watched as he stared at me with pure lust. Dropping his hips onto mine, he pressed me into the mattress and pressed himself into the perfect hollow between my legs. I hissed between my teeth when I felt how hard he was, and knew that neither of us could hold on if this truly went further. He pushed my shirt up, ignoring the buttons, until it framed the crest of my cleavage, pushing my full breasts into the black lace of my favorite bra. It was almost a size too small and could barely hold me as it was, and he discovered this for himself when my nipples burst forth into sight. Bending down, he sucked one into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it then pulling on it with his teeth. It felt like white-hot fire was burning a line from my sensitive nipples to that place he was resting against, making me writhe against him. He simply chuckled and blew cold air on my nipple before moving to the next one. I decided he was taking too long. With a quick shimmy, I shucked my skirt and underwear and was unbuckling his belt before he let go of my other, turgid nipple to help me out. Suddenly, it was a flurry of clothing, hands, sighs and caresses, a condom was found and I was invaded. It was breathtaking, exactly what I needed. I couldn't hold back but lifted my hips straight back up to meet him as he pounded his way into me. He wasn't the biggest, more average, but the thickness was impressive. It was like he fillled all spaces within me, there was no room to breathe around him! And somehow he squeezed himself inside me, I could feel my pussy pulsing around his cock. I rapidly became slippery, my own juices allowing him to move in and out better, harder, more! Our mouths met and it was a rough, animalistic meeting, teeth and tongue and lips and teeth again as we battled it out. I couldn't help it, I groaned loudly and he pulled back enough to make me groan again. "We have to be quiet, Belle. Your parents are only down the hall," he moaned to me as he lowered himself back down, back to press himself onto my body, into my body. I nodded my agreement and tried my best, I really did. But then he moved positions and I completely fell apart. Thinking quickly, Tommy shoved his hand on my throat, cutting off all air and all sound. I wasn't ready for it, and struggled to breathe, feeling light-headed. I could feel Tommy was close, his rhythm more erratic and breath labored, and then he thrust once more and I peaked again in time with him. Releasing me from his unintentional choking, I panted for my breath, amazed at how it had amplified my orgasm. I had never cum that hard before, and I was instantly addicted to the feeling. Panting, we both stayed in the same place as we landed, my breasts crushed under his body as he lay on top of me. He feathered kisses along my shoulder and up my neck to my ear, sucking on my earlobe and chuckling evilly as I shivered at the feeling. "I'm crushing you," he murmured to me, and rolled off me before I could assure him I liked it, withdrawing from me and sending shocks through my breasts as his chest rubbed my sensitive nipples. I had an 'after-ogasm', my body half protesting, half loving the sensation of stimulation after such an amazing end to my drought. He cleaned himself up and I ran to the bathroom quickly to brush my teeth, paranoid of bad breath. I ran back, not caring that he saw my chest bouncing with my strides, half scared that he would have left already. I smiled, ecstatic when I found him still in my bed, simply under the covers this time. "So this is what we were fighting." I whispered after, my head on his chest, listening to his steady breathing. "This is what we were so scared of." He murmured back, the bass of his voice reverberating through my ear. "I like the flower, by the way," I smiled at the mostly-dead white blossom on my desk. He didn't answer, but I could feel him relax further and knew that I'd said the right thing. "Are we continuing this?" I looked up at him, and he dropped his gaze to meet mine. "Damn straight." ***** I'm back! I wanted to explore a relationship that doesn't start out with attraction. It's a little different to my usual! Thanks to Kevin for the editing (: As always, I love and appreciate your comments - let me hear your thoughts! Perceptions Ch. 02 The next day, I had an early class. I decided to surprise him on the way to English, and sent him a text saying 'meet me at the stairs to the Arts library', hoping he was going to be happy walking with me to class. I scanned the crowd for his curly brown hair, half a head above the rest. Spotting him, I smiled and started to move towards him, wanting to show him that I was actually serious about what we had. Then I realized he was with someone, and stopped. The blonde girl had her arm around him, and was reaching up to whisper in his ear. He nodded a reply, and she squealed in happiness before throwing her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. That was all I saw before the crowd blurred and I turned and ran like a first-year late for class, head down to mask the tears. I could hear his shocked voice yelling out my name, but I didn't stop. "BELLE! JUST STOP!" He screamed out after me, but I couldn't. I couldn't let him see how much I hurt. The constant texts didn't help, either. She means nothing. Let me show you how much I love you, I promise it's you. It has always been you. That last text pulled at my heart, making my eyes well up again and my hand to turn off my phone. Imogen caught me, and pulled me into a private corner. One look and I lost it, bawling like a child into her shoulder. "Oh honey, maybe it's not that bad?" She offered, but there was no security in her voice. *** Later that night, a knock came on my French doors again. I considered not opening them, but then a crash of thunder resounded and I figured I wasn't mean enough to let him get wet. I could yell at him just as well inside. I opened my doors and allowed him to move past me, getting smacked in the face with the seven bouquets he brought with him. "I didn't know which flowers you like but I remembered you liked the daisy, so I got all kinds with daisies," he whispered, thrusting them all at me. "What the fuck, Tommy?! Did last night mean nothing to you? What, I'm just something to be used as a joke before you go running off to the girl of the month?" I threw the flowers behind me onto the bed, and he winced. "Seriously, Belle, she's no one. She's a girl whose boyfriend is in my art class, he's really sick. Like, has to stay in hospital sick. I agreed to get notes for him. That's it." My stomach dropped. The wind left my sails, I had no steam left for anger, whatever saying goes. I felt like shit. "Oh." I swallowed, sinking onto the bed and hanging my head in shame. "Shit. I'm so sorry Tommy," I looked up at him, tears swimming in my eyes. "Aw babe it's ok, now I know you're jealous of blonde girls!" He tried to laugh and I just burst into tears, feeling even worse now that he was mocking me. "Oh, no, honey," he whispered into my hair as he cradled me close, rocking me as I cried. Mum knocked on my door then opened it before standing in the doorway, more than a little confused. "Uh, hi, Tommy?" She assessed the way he was holding me, then smiled. "About time, you two. About damn time." She closed the door, and I started to laugh. It was the choked, wet kind of laughing that follows a good cry, but it felt too good to stop. "Here, Belle. Let me show you how I really feel about you," he whispered, shoving the flowers out of the way onto the floor and laying me out on the bed in their place. Slowly, he laid barely-there kisses along the corner of my mouth, slowly claiming more and more as he moved over me. Holding himself in a position over me that claimed memories from the night before, he kissed me fully, so sweetly. He dropped one arm so he was resting on his elbow, and opened my button down shirt. Slowly, one by one, he undid each button and kissed a burning trail on my exposed skin. I tried to shy away as he reached my stomach - I embraced my curves well enough, but my stomach was the one curve I hated - but he stopped me with a warm hand and a warm look, dropping a kiss on my lips again. "I think you're beautiful. All of you." I winced at the words, trying to protest. "No, hold on, Belle. Is this a part of you?" He smoothed the skin of my stomach with his hand, and I reluctantly nodded. "And this?" He kissed down the scar between my breasts from where my old German Shepherd had attacked me when I pulled her tail as a child. I nodded again, then gasped as he swept his tongue along the scar. "And this?" He kissed his way down the middle of my chest, down my stomach, until he reached the point where it met my pubic bone. I nodded mutely, unable to talk for anticipation. "And this?" He moved between my legs, pushing me up on the bed so I could look down and see what he was doing to me. He began to softly kiss around the inner crease of my thighs, and I felt like I was on fire. Moving inwards, his kisses spiraled towards my center. He would flick his tongue along the inside of my lips as well, so I never knew what was going to happen. Then, after what felt like hours of constant teasing, licking and soft kisses, he touched my clit. My legs turned to jelly and my back arched up into his mouth at the same time - he chuckled but continued to lick and kiss around it, only rarely actually touching where I wanted. "Please, Tommy, please! Oh god, Tommy... that feels so good! Oh, please!" I began to beg, softly, desperate for him to touch me. Again he gave that infuriating chuckle, but acquiesced and started to suckle on my clit. I couldn't help it - my hips rose wildly to meet his mouth, and my right hand rose to my breasts, as if to remind myself I shouldn't grab his head. He raised his eyes to me, watching how I clawed at my bra from over my shirt, and smiled. Helping me, he pushed up my shirt until it exposed my cherry-red lacy bra. Grinning excitedly at me, he stopped my shirt above my breasts - watching them bounce as he pushed my shirt down against them. "Fuckin' love your bras, baby, but not as much as what they hold," he grinned as he leaned down to kiss my center again. I moaned and grabbed at my nipple, pinching it to bring a deeper, more painful edge to the pleasure. He noticed what I was doing and started to use his teeth against me - not biting or any actual pain, but more a hint or a scrape throughout, reminding me that he could be harsher at any moment, but was protecting me by refraining. Pushing one finger into me, he curled it in a 'come here' motion and pushed against my G-spot while sucking on my clit. I had to force myself to bite down on my left hand as I pinched my nipple hard to stop myself from screaming out loud. Again, he chuckled. Concentrating on my clit, he softly licked around in circles before flicking it straight on with light touches. I moaned and begged for more each time, desperate for him to do more. Suddenly he pushed two fingers inside me and began to forcefully fuck me. I nearly wept with gratitude! Unable to speak as I was still scared about the volume that I would scream if I allowed myself the freedom; I pulled his other hand up and pushed it on my lower stomach, where he had kissed before. I was so turned on by the sensation of being held down and made to cum that I couldn't help it - I screamed through my arm and twisted wildly to get more of him. He sat back once I had finished, a satisfied look on his face. I raised my arms to him, and he met me in a passionate kiss. Grinning wickedly, I moved my hips up to meet him, and felt his warmth touch my slickness between my legs. He gasped a little, so I grabbed him and kissed him, pulling him down to fall on top of me. I spread my legs a little as he fell onto me, and sighed in happiness as I felt him nestle into me. He looked at me, and asked me, "do you have...?" Nodding, I reached next to my bed into my bedside table, and pulled out a condom. He pulled it on quickly and thrust inside me, making me scream for a second before he covered my mouth to silence me. It didn't take me long to cum again for him, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he moved with me. "I love it when you cum for me baby, it's so hot!" He whispered into my ear as he kissed me. He slowly built up the tension again, moving into me and holding me down with his body. I groaned when his hand grazed my nipples, and he started to tease me and play with them. As he built up my orgasm, he kept pushing me further and further until I fell off the edge, screaming into his neck. His movements became choppy and he smashed himself into me another few times, before he, too, exploded. *** Walking to class Monday, we ignored the whispers and laughs around us. Only dropping hands for a moment for him to open the door for me, we claimed our seats and waited for the rest to be seated. We ignored the mocking 'told you so's throughout the class, and as it finished, walked out together. Imogen met us at the door, looking worried, but we didn't care. I grinned at her, and Tommy just ignored our silent conversation and walked ahead of us. "I'll see you at lunch?" He asked. "That is, if you still wanna study?" "What! Are you calling me lazy Thomas Jones?" I turned on him, waiting for his reaction, and as usual, it didn't disappoint. "What! I didn't mean that! You-" He stopped when I burst out laughing at the shocked look on his face. "It's ok, Tommy." I stepped close to him until we were barely a finger's breadth apart, looking deep into his eyes, trying to make him understand what I was about to say. "I forgive you." Turning, I was about to walk to Imogen when he grabbed me and kissed me, hard. My knees were shaking when I turned to Imogen, who was staring at us with a huge smile on her face. "You too, babe."