7 comments/ 11654 views/ 5 favorites The Way You Make Feel Ch. 01 By: TallDarkandThoughtful Thanks so much to BlackWolf65 for helping me to edit this story. You're input is greatly appreciated! ************************************************* Darren awoke, shifted, and then smiled broadly at the petite little beauty that had her arms wrapped around him. Her face was peaceful and cute in slumber, a small smile on her lips as whatever she dreamed about held her unconscious attention. It was late in the night, or early in the morning, when she had come over. And as usual, she took off her shoes and socks and climbed into his bed. She immediately attached herself to his side, trying to suck up the heat of his body. Karina was an extreme cuddler when she slept, but he didn't mind at all. Darren watched the few and far between changes that took place on his best friend's face. He still couldn't believe that after everything they'd been through, and after all this time, that she was his - that she was still by his side, and in his bed. His smile broadened, and he lifted his hand to push a stray tendril of curly brown hair away from her face. Compulsively, he stroked the softness of her cheek with the pad of his thumb, trying to imprint this image of her in his brain forever - the soft flutter of her eyelashes, the plumpness of her light brown cheeks, the bow in her full lips. He'd never felt such a sense of contentment in his life, but she did it for him. She made it happen. Darren thought back to when they had first met, all the way back to the "sandbox days", when girls had cooties and glue was the dish of the day. He and Karina went to different schools, but were in the same grade and happened to live right across the street from each other. He was new in the neighborhood, having moved with his parents and two older brothers. He was four at the time, and could recall the day like it had just recently happened. Darren's mother, Mrs. Samantha Hayward, was over-friendly and anxious to meet her new neighbors. She encouraged her then young sons to try and get to know the other children on the block. James and Jason, 8 at the time, refused outright, upset that they had been forced to leave their friends and make new ones. It didn't matter one way or another Darren, because he wasn't sure what was going on, anyway. Karina's mother, Sharon, was the same way, although she and her family had become residents in the quiet neighborhood when Sharon was 5 months pregnant and waddling. Karina was three and an only child, and had never experienced having older or younger siblings. While in the supermarket a week later, Sharon recognized the woman that had moved into the house across from hers that no longer housed a "for sale" sign. She quickly made it a point to introduce herself and welcome the woman into the neighborhood. The woman introduced herself as Samantha Hayward, and the two women quickly became friends, bonding over their families, jobs, and everything in between. The next day, Sharon dressed little Karina and literally dragged her reluctant husband across the street, despite his many complaints. Sharon didn't know why he bothered, because she knew Kevin would immediately start a "my TV is bigger and better than your TV" contest with Samantha's husband. Ringing the doorbell, Sharon beamed at Samantha when the door opened. After all the pleasantries were exchanged between the adults, Samantha called for her sons. The twins bounded down the steps first, and a toddler with cornrows came down shortly after them. The twins said "Hi!" simultaneously, and the resemblance they had to their father was unmistakable. The twin with a blue and white striped shirt was named Jason, while the one with the red and white shirt was James. After a second though, Samantha thoughtfully mumbled, "I could've sworn that I put the blue and white shirt on James this morning..." The boys giggled. Samantha pursed her lips and said, "Jason! James! Why do you have on each other's shirts?!" The boys immediately fell into a fit of raucous laughter. She huffed and dismissed them. Samantha turned to Sharon and her husband with an apologetic look on her face. "Those boys are going to drive me crazy." Sharon returned what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "They all do at some point." Samantha looked down at her youngest son and smiled. "Say 'hi' Darren." The outgoing little four year old bravely came forward and said "Hi" to the new visitors, taking a special interest in the little girl standing shyly at her mother's side. "What's ya name?" He asked, curiosity and wonder on his face. Sharon started to correct him, but thought better of it. She figured he'd learn with time. Sharon looked down at Karina. "Say hi, sweetie." Karina smiled but moved further behind her mother, grabbing at Sharon's leg. Darren, boldly again, stepped forward and held out his hand and said, "Come with me." Karina looked up at her mother to find her smiling warmly at her. "Go play with Darren, 'Rina." Karina looked at Darren's hand again, then at his face. She smiled and took his offered hand, and the two left the living room together. Darren and Karina played like two toddlers on a mission. Karina wasn't a whiner, and Darren was a LMT, or a ladies man in training. He took it upon himself to hold Karina's hand and touch her bouncy, curly hair every chance he got. When it was time for her to leave, he followed her and her parents to the door, pointed and asked, "Where she goin', mommy?" Samantha waved at the family before answering her son. "They're going back home." "Why?" he asked, wanting his new friend to come back and play some more. "Because they have to," was her reply. "She be right back?" Darren asked, his big, brown eyes swimming with unshed tears. Samantha looked down again. "Yeah, she's coming back, but maybe tomorrow." Darren looked away from his mother and waved furiously in Karina's direction, hoping she saw him. She did, and she gave him an open-and-closed palm goodbye. Darren knew right then, at that moment, even at four years old, that he'd do anything to see her again; the pretty brown-skinned girl from across the street. The Way You Make Feel Ch. 02 Darren was so enraptured with his childhood memories that when Karina woke to see him staring at her, he didn't respond right away. She shifted, breaking his focus, and this time, he looked at her- really looked at her. She whispered a "good morning" to him and Darren frowned slightly. He actually felt that besides her being wrapped around him as tight as she was, he wasn't looking forward to the rest of his day. He'd be leaving for a week-long tour of colleges around the east coast, leaving her alone in their small suburban community. Momentarily, he was upset because she had the opportunity to go as well, but didn't want to look at colleges for a whole week with a bunch of boring teachers. Karina knew what he was thinking, and actually regretted not signing up for the tour. It'd be a good jump start into the world of decisions she'd have to make. Soon she'd be receiving her SAT score, and picking a college at this point was crucial. It didn't matter anyway, because Karina never waited until the last moment to get things done. If she had it her way, she and Darren would've stayed the way there were presently, forever. However, her bladder was calling to her and she knew her breath and hair were a hot mess. She started to pull away, but Darren squeezed her tighter and gruffly asked, "Where you goin'?" "To take a piss, your Highness. Now, let me go," Karina whispered back. Even before the sun rose, her sass was on point. "Nope, I don't think that's going to work," Darren said, burying his face into the warmness of her neck. He inhaled her scent, something wild and sweet, just like her. "I'm'a get a ball and chain so that you'll be attached to me forever." Karina snorted. "You betta let go before I pee in your bed, and trust me, that shit is not cute." "Cursing isn't cute on you, K." "Then let me go and I won't." "A'ight, fine, but don't take forever in the bathroom like you always do," he huffed, reluctantly releasing her. Karina scoffed, "I do not take forever!" Just as Darren was about to retort, his mother burst into the room, and Karina yelped. "Damn it! You," she screamed, pointing at Karina, "and Darren are going to put me and your mother in the crazy house!" Karina's hand flew to her chest, trying to calm her now rapidly beating heart. She put a 'what did I do?' look on her face, and judging by Darren's mother's expression, he wore the same look, too. "Ya'll know good and damn well what it is that you do. It better not happen again!" she shouted, punctuating her exclamation by slamming the door behind her. "I guess I should've told my mom I was coming over here, right?" Karina asked sheepishly. "Ya think?" Darren replied, scowling at her. "Aw, come on, D," she pleaded, sitting on the edge of his too-big bed. "You think they'd be used to it by now, we've been doing it for years now," she continued, referring to the many times in which they'd snuck out of their homes in the dead of night, only to be found at the other's. "It shouldn't be a surprise to them after all this time." "Well, it still is, so you have to be careful, K" Darren said. Karina shot up. "Careful? Are you effing kidding me?! We're damn near 19 years old and I still have to tell my parents I'm going across the street?! I don't know about you, but that doesn't make any kind of sense to me," she finished, putting her hands on her hips. Darren loved how animated she got when she was upset, and was going to miss the hell out of her for the next five days. He smiled lewdly at her. "Come here," he said lowly, licking his lips. Karina rolled her eyes and flipped him a bird. "Asshole," she muttered, slamming the door behind her as she went into the bathroom. The Way You Make Feel Ch. 03 Darren was packed and ready to go. He was truly going to miss his Boo Boo. At least, that's what he called her, and she hated it. She was sweet, silly, and carefree, with an extra side of "don't mess with me." He was definitely going to miss her smiling face. Her cursing him out and her falling asleep on his chest. Singing every song they heard on the radio together; him doing the male lead and her the female. He'd miss them having pillow fights, even at their ages, and busting them. He'd miss getting into trouble with her. And he'd miss all of that and more because she was always there, they were always together, and they'd done all of those things in a day or less plenty of times before. Karina was miserable and ready to thoroughly convince Darren that he shouldn't go. She knew she'd never do the latter because she cared too much about his future to hold him back. She wasn't ready for him to go. They'd just established their more than friends relationship, and she didn't want him to be away from her so soon and for so long. Five days might not have been long to some people, but to them, it would seem like an eternity. Every aspect of their relationship and what they'd been through made her want to cry her eyes out. They remained in Darren's room after they took their showers and got dressed. Karina donned only the denim shorts she'd worn to his house late last night, a thin t-shirt, and an extra big sweatshirt that now belonged to her. She knew he wasn't going to get it back, and so did he. As usual, Darren stayed fresh and wore baggy shorts and a well-fitting Ed Hardy shirt. Karina sat with her legs out in front of her, Darren resting his head in her lap. She stroked the side of his face affectionately, trying desperately to hold back tears. To anyone else, this would've seemed extremely dramatic, but this was Karina and Darren, and they'd never consider it dramatic. Darren turned sideways and sadly drew circles on the inside of her thigh. It tickled, but it was a comforting gesture, so she let him continue. He couldn't help but feel sad. It was like finding something you tried like hell to get, then to have and treasure it, only to have it snatched rudely away from you. He felt a warm, wet drop of water fall on him and he turned around to see Karina wiping roughly at her eyes with her sleeves. It made her face red and broke his heart. Darren sat up and kissed her forehead, cradling her slender body onto his lap. More tears fell, but this time, she didn't hold back. She cried hard, wetting the sleeve of his shirt. "Please don't cry, K," he pleaded softly. He hated to see her cry, and knew what he'd have to do to make her stop, but couldn't. "Don't cry, boo. I'm'a be back before you know it," honestly trying to convince himself. The only thing he could do to stop from shedding tears himself was to think about how happy they'd be when he returned. They stayed that way for a long while, until her sniffles subsided and the vice-like grip his emotions had on his heart eased up. He kissed her forehead again and she looked up at him. "I'm sorry for making you feel guilty about leaving," she said quietly. "I'm sorry for not forcing you to go wit' me," he said, now rubbing her back in an up and down motion. Her lips curved up into a smile, and he smiled along with her. "How's this?" he asked after a moment. "One last song. One last dance." Karina titled her head sideways and after a moment said, "Okay." Darren waited until she climbed down off of the bed and followed her, walking over to his radio. He turned it on, and "All My Life" by KC and Jojo started to play. She loved the song, and he did, too, because all of the things they felt for each didn't have to be said; the two men sang it all to a melodic beat. Darren walked back over to her and pulled her close. He wrapped his arms around her small waist, and she did the same to his, laying her head on his chest. They swayed gently, singing the words to each other, meaning it from the very depths of their hearts. "All my life/I prayed for someone like you/and I thank God/that I, that I finally found yooou..." After the second chorus repeat, though, Karina couldn't take it anymore, and released long, heavy tears. This time she wet up the front of shirt, and Darren didn't care. He caressed her back soothingly again, but it did nothing to make her feel better. Karina honestly felt that she was going overboard with the hysterics, but she couldn't help it. Seeing him everyday was what she was used to. Then she'd stay on the phone with him until the wee hours of the morning, running up the telephone and her cell phone bill, burning out the battery. She knew he'd call and she'd call while he was away, but it just wasn't the same as seeing his face continuously. If this is what happens when he's gone for less than a week, then what would happen if he was gone for longer? If they broke up? Her mind started to race. Karina cried harder. She didn't want to think about it, because if she did, she'd only be jinxing it. Or so she thought. Darren finished singing the song with a deep, resounding, "All my life/ I pray for someone like you/Yes I pray that you do love me tooooo." Karina attempted a watery smile, tears still falling copiously from her eyes. "It won't be that bad, K. I promise." ************* "You better not hook up with any of those slutty college girls I'm always hearing about or I'm gonna kick your ass when you get back," Karina said playfully, walking Darren to the door. He laughed quietly at her comment and dropped his bag by the door, embracing her again. After they'd finished dancing, he'd done nothing but stood and held her until his mother called for him. His bus would be leaving from his school in the next half hour, and she was a stickler about always being on time for any and every thing. "I promise. And K," he said, looking at her fondly, "please don't worry yourself to death. If your mother calls me about how depressed your acting, it's gonna be me and you." He finished his statement, pointing at her, then at himself. Karina rolled her eyes and hugged him tighter. She was going to miss the hell out him, and him the same with her. Darren's father came into the foyer, reminding them that their time was limited. Darren sighed heavily and gave his best friend a tight hug. Then he leaned down and kissed her briefly before he pulled away. They gazed at each other for moments on end until they heard a throat clearing. Resting his forehead on hers, he whispered, "I love you, Boo Boo." Karina grinned one last time before responding. "I love you, too, D." The Way You Make Feel Ch. 04a The next five days were hell for Karina and Darren. They spoke daily and nightly, and every time in-between, but it still wasn't enough. And because of the curfew that the teachers set for the students, their nightly calls didn't last for but a quick minute. It was normally just to say "goodnight", "I love you", or something similar to those. Karina was bored and miserable. Without Darren around to keep her company and make her day, the days passed gloomily. She spent most of time either sulking around the house or sulking around in her room. And so far, she managed to piss her parents off with her constant pouting and monosyllabic answers. Her mother had had enough, and persuaded Karina to find a hobby that would keep her busy until Darren got back. No such luck, though. Darren was her hobby, and she refused to find something better, because there was nothing better. Upset, she stormed upstairs to her room and slammed the door, huffing and puffing all the way to her bed. Being the spoiled chick that she was, when she ever so sweetly asked her parents if she could get her bed raised and another mattress added, they'd said yes without further question. She almost always got what she wanted because her parents adored her, but more so because she was an only child. Karina climbed upon it, and then sat with her legs crossed and her arms folded. She was mad that Darren hadn't called her yet, that he wasn't here with her, and that her mother was trying to subtly get rid of her. She knew a brush off when she saw one. A soft knock came at her door and Karina angrily said, "Go away!" The knock came again, and she repeated herself, throwing a decorative, multicolored pillow at the door. Whoever was on the other side was insistent, and they knocked again. Irrationally pissed, Karina hopped off the bed and stomped over to door, ready to give the person on the other side a verbal ass-whipping. She flung the door open, and to her surprise and shock, Darren stood on the other side wearing a big Kool-Aid grin on his face. Forgetting to be angry for a moment, Karina squealed his name and jumped into his open arms. "Darren!" she yelled, after pulling away from the big, sloppy kiss she'd planted on his lips. "What the hell are you doing here?! You weren't supposed to come back for another two days!" He grinned into her flushed looking face and replied, "Some kid got food poisoning at the hotel, and since they couldn't send him home without a chaperone, the whole trip got cancelled because they were a staff member short!" Karina returned his happy grin before hitting him on the side of his head. "And why the hell didn't you call me?" Darren frowned in mock pain and said, "I wanted to surprise you... I thought you'd be happy." "I am happy. I'm more than happy. I'm fucking ecstatic!" "Me too. And I missed you, smart ass." "I missed you, too. You don't even know," Karina said, truly meaning her words. She was going crazy without him, and now that he was here, everything was right again. ******************* For the next hour or so, Darren filled her in on everything that he learned, seen, done, and wanted to do. Karina listened attentively, interrupting him with her many questions. For someone who didn't want to go, she sure had a lot to ask. Thankfully, Karina wasn't one of those nosy and insecure girlfriends that wanted to know what their man was doing every minute of the day. She didn't expect for him to consult with her on every little thing he did and he was grateful for that. She honestly cared about what he had to say, and wasn't bitchy and argumentative when she disagreed with him on something. He talked and talked, and she listened contentedly, knowing he'd do the same for her. "So," she began, after a considerable pause in his animated speech. "What'd you bring me?" "I brought you me, K. Is that not enough for you?" Karina frowned her face at him, and then looked him up and down. "You'll do." Darren raised his eyebrows at her. "Speaking of doing, my balls hurt." "And?" she asked, sucking her teeth. "What does have to do with anything, and what does that have to do with me?" "Aw, c'mon, Karina," he said, giving her the puppy dog eyes. "You gotta make me feel better." Karina smirked. He really is too damn cute, she thought, letting her eyes rake slowly over his well built frame. From what she could see now and from what she'd seen before, playing almost every sport his school had to offer had paid off and showed clearly. She took in his neatly braided hair, courtesy of her own talented hands, which was starting to become longer and longer in length. The way his broad shoulders were defined, even in the too big sweatshirt he wore. But, because of the way she was laying, that's as far as her eyes could travel. She cursed inwardly, and he snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Yo, you a'ight?" he asked, looking at her weirdly. Karina nodded and shook her head vigorously, trying to clear the sinful thoughts that rapidly ran through her. She'd been attracted to Darren for quite some time, but she saw him in a new light now. A light that was making her body hot and her mind confused. He regarded her carefully for a few seconds more before rising to get off the bed. "Anyway, let me go and let my mother know I'm here before she blow up my phone." Karina was unnerved by the suddenness of his movement. He just got here, and now he was leaving. Whatever, it didn't matter. When she reached his side, he leaned down and said, "See you later...gimme kiss." She took longer than he wanted and he cupped her chin in his hand and raised her lips to his. Darren kissed her soundly, and before long she felt like she'd melt into a puddle of liquid. Or was that just the puddle forming between her legs? He kissed her harder, and longer, slipping his tongue lazily into her mouth. When he reached down, grabbed her round ass, and squeezed, she knew it was time for him to go. Darren thought so, too, and whispered, "Damn, I missed you." Karina nodded dumbly and sighed like a girl in love, watching his thuggish swagger as he left her room. The Way You Make Feel Ch. 05 Later that night, Karina sat in her room, dazed, confused, and hot all at the same time. She'd never reacted to Darren's kisses like she did earlier. And, he'd never kissed her like that before. His kiss. Sweet Jesus, that boy could kiss. Karina felt a tingle between her legs as she relived the memory. She could still feel his soft, warm lips on hers, his tongue dueling with her inexperienced one. Thinking about it now, she wondered how his lips would feel in other places. Stop it. Bad, Karina, she thought, pushing her wicked thoughts aside. She was a virgin, completely untouched, and knew nothing of sex and everything that came with it. But, she didn't feel like a virgin, now, thinking about such naughty things. In that department, she and Darren had never made any promises or commitments. The only thing they'd decided to do was respect each other. They did, and if certain things happened, then they would happen. *********** Meanwhile, across the street and in the dead silence of his home, Darren slowly stroked his swollen dick, focusing solely on a mental image of Karina, naked and gorgeous, begging for him to fuck her. At eighteen, he was a virgin, too, and the only girl he'd wanted to make him a real man was in the home right across from his. While on his trip, the 2 other guys he shared a room with had talked of nothing but girls and pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy. Darren had heard the word so much that it would get crossed out of his vocabulary soon. But, he didn't try to front and be "down". He knew who he was true to, and if they didn't respect or understand that, well, then, fuck them. They'd spoken about the countless number of girls they'd fucked, and after a point the incessant garbage got on his last nerve. The way they spoke openly about what they did to girls or had girls do to them upset Darren. He realized the guys had no respect for themselves or the chicks they'd dated, no matter what they might've done together. It pissed him off more, but made him proud at the same time, because he'd never talk about his Karina that way. Or so he thought. Rubbing and squeezing a little harder, Darren imagined how Karina would look naked. How'd she smell, look and taste. He'd read plenty of XXX magazines, thanks to brothers, and knew the basics on how to please a woman. The only thing was, he'd never pleased any woman, so what he thought he knew didn't matter one way or another. He wondered how her pussy would look. How sweet her moans would be. How she'd arch her back as he licked a spot that she liked. How she'd grab his head and grind her hips onto his face as she came. How she'd taste delicious, and how he'd lick every drop. He took his fantasy a step further. He imagined lying on top of her, thrusting his now rock hard dick deep into her pussy. How she'd scream his name and tell him how much she loved him. The look on her face as she came over and over again, wetting up his lower body and the sheets below them. Darren barely stifled a groan as he felt himself getting closer to his release. It was almost there; he could feel it trying to sneak up on him, but he was ready for it. With three last strong, hard pulls, he let out a harsh, satisfied groan and came, spewing long ropes of cum into the air. Darren was still in the midst of his orgasm when "My Love" started to chime from his cell phone. "Hello?" he answered huskily. "Darren?" Karina asked, knowing that she'd dialed the right number, but didn't recognize the voice. "Yeah, K. What's up?" he responded, cursing under his breath as the sound of her voice made his dick throb harder, prolonging his orgasm. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern coloring her voice. His voice sounded so low and deep, like he was sick, or...or something else she couldn't put her finger on. She'd heard his curse, and wanted to know if he was alright. There was something she needed to ask him. "I'm fine," he lied, in the same deep voice. "Hmm, if you say so," she said skeptically. "Anyway, are you busy? 'Cause I wanted to come over there." She didn't know just how busy he'd been a few seconds ago. Besides that, her request was strange, because for as long he could remember, Karina never called beforehand. She just invited herself and showed up. "I gotta take care of somethin' right quick, but yeah, it's cool." "Good." She sighed. "See you in a bit then." "A'ight." Karina hung up. Darren flipped his phone closed and dropped it on the bed. He then looked down at the gooey mess drying on his hands, chest, thighs and the floor. He snapped out of his post-orgasmic daze, figuring that he might as well get cleaned up. Explaining to his girlfriend why he was covered in cum was not something he preferred doing. The Way You Make Feel Ch. 06 Sneaking out her house, unseen and unheard, Karina hurriedly crossed the silent street. For it to be October, it was unusually warm outside, so she didn't bother with a jacket. Now she regretted it, because it was chilly outside, and the variety of American Eagle hoodies she had in her closet were calling loudly to her. Stealthily, she slipped her slender body through the side gate that lead to the backyard, locked it, and then proceeded to run as quietly as she could across the now slightly withered-looking grass. Creeping through the backyard, she headed straight for the sliding glass doors that were never locked. She knew it was mainly because of her, and less so for Darren, who liked to sneak out the same way she was now coming in for another one of their little late-night escapades. Karina took off her sneakers and trekked through the living room, turning to her right to go through the kitchen. That was the only part of his house that aggravated her: she had to go through at least three rooms before she made it to the hallway, the stairs, and finally Darren's room. Still walking, Karina paused when she entered the kitchen. Someone was standing in the refrigerator, drinking straight from a carton of juice. Calmly, Karina said, "Get a cup." The hulking person turned around, grinning at her. It was James, Darren's older brother. Smiling the way he was, he resembled Darren so much that if she hadn't spent nearly all her young life around him, she would've thought James was Darren. "Try coming through the front door lately?" he asked sarcastically. Karina smirked, but quickened her steps while retorting smartly, "Now where's the fun in that?" James laughed, a quiet, consoling sound, and shook his head as he returned to the box of juice. ******************** After creeping silently yet again, Karina reached the top of the stairs and made an immediate left, heading towards Darren's room. She turned the doorknob and entered, surprised to see that it was completely dark in the room. Normally, when she came over there, he'd at least have his bedside light on, but now, there was nothing, except for the sound of ragged breathing. "Darren?" she whispered softly, thinking that he'd fallen asleep waiting for her. If that was the case, then she'd tap him, letting him know that she was there, and fall asleep next to him. He didn't hear her. He was busily stroking his unbelievably engorged dick again. After he hung up his phone, he went to the bathroom to clean himself off, thinking about the intensity with which he'd come. He relived his previous thoughts of Karina, and it made his dick harder than before. So, instead of willfully forcing his erection to subside, he thought he'd find a more productive way of doing so. He did hear her gasp, though. And he saw the bright glare of the lamp through his tightly closed eyelids. Popping them open, he was just as surprised, finding her standing there with her mouth wide open, a small hand covering it. Hurriedly, he snatched the thick comforter off his bed and tried to cover himself, but she'd seen it all already. Darren tried to explain, but the words just wouldn't come. How could he explain to his girlfriend that his dick was hard and his balls were ready to explode because he was thinking the most sinful things about her? He couldn't. He knew he couldn't, but she really didn't expect him to. There was nothing to explain. There was nothing she could do. Every bone in her body was frozen with shock, but her hardened nipples and tingling lower body told her that she didn't mind one bit his open display. From what she was thinking earlier, to what happened just now were putting her brain and senses on hormonal overload. Everything was happening just a little too fast in too little time. They stood staring at each other awkwardly for a few long moments more, before she cleared her throat dramatically and tried to make a joke. Nothing witty came up, just blank space. What could she possibly say at a time like this? Uh, hey, just came over to ask of you wanna have sex with me, but it looks like your hand beat me to the punch? Nah, that would never work. Darren desperately tried, he really did, to make his hard-on go down, but nothing would work. The way she stood there, so innocently surprised, had him throbbing and leaking into his midnight blue spread. He couldn't believe himself, sitting there mentally lusting after her instead of trying to make the situation better, but he couldn't help himself either. She was just so damn cute. Karina bit her lip and he thought he'd go nuts; either that, or he would spontaneously combust. He made his way past her into his bathroom. It took an extremely hard effort, but he'd finally managed to make his erection go down. While he was in there, Karina made herself a spot on the bed. She just couldn't get the picture out of her mind; his face screwed up tightly, like he was in pain, the sight of his glistening and heaving chest. And she most definitely couldn't erase the picture of his swollen penis; its long shaft and a slightly darker, mushroom shaped head. It steadily dripped a milky white substance that coated his hands and balls. Those balls! Goddamn! Karina's breath caught; she could picture them vividly, huge and hanging heavily, like two, slightly reduced Florida oranges. Oh my gosh! she thought. Now I'm comparing his balls to fruit! God, help me. Darren finally emerged from the bathroom, still wearing the spread. He found his baby in a position of deep contemplation, like she was over-analyzing the unexpected event that just happened. "Karina," he said, kneeling in front of her. "You okay?" She snapped out of her reverie and blinked, seeing him on the floor in front of her. Involuntarily, her eyes drifted downward and he chuckled lightly. "Why were you doing that?" she asked suddenly, wiping the smile off his face. "Well, um, you know..." he stammered, trying to find the right words. "I do that when I need to relieve, uh...pressure." "What kind of pressure?" she asked, curious. She wanted to know. She had to know. Maybe he could help her. Darren frowned. What the hell kind of question is that? He thought. "You know, sexual pressure." Why does he keep saying that? I obviously don't know if I asked. She inwardly rolled her eyes. Anyway, she thought, how would a girl relieve that kind of pressure? If his silly ass can do it, then I sure as hell can, she thought defiantly. Karina was so inexperienced it was ridiculous. He assumed she was mulling over his statement, so he stood and rifled through his drawers, looking for a pair of boxers to put on. He'd picked out a striped, blue, green, and black pair when she stopped him. "Wait," she said from behind him. He turned his head towards her and she grinned shyly, looking like she wanted to just tell him 'never mind'. "What's up?" he asked, curious now. Karina shifted nervously and looked away from him for a second before looking back. "Don't do that." "Do what?" he asked, confused. "Put those on," she said, nodding her head towards his underwear. Darren's head tilted to the side, and Karina felt like he was x-raying her. "Why?" "Be- because I want to see your...you know..." Darren's eyebrows raised this time. Did she really know what she was asking him? No, of course not. She couldn't possibly know, or the thought would've never entered her head. He was taking a long time responding, so she started to take it back. "You know what, never mind. That was a stupid thing to ask." Darren shook his head, stopping her from saying more. "You want to see?" he asked, turning around fully. Karina nodded slowly, and he smiled. He strode purposely over to where she sat and sat down next to her. Slowly, precisely, he started to uncover himself. She gasped again; she just couldn't help herself. His dick was fat, even in its limp state, and she couldn't believe her eyes. His was the only one she ever saw up close like this, besides the ones they showed in the books at school. If she couldn't find any other word for it, at best she'd describe it as pretty. It was a chocolaty brown at the base, but became its darkest at the tip. Framed by a thicket of curly black pubic hair, Karina watched in rapt and avid fascination as it grew longer and thicker, and got harder and harder. Darren felt excitement and pride flow through his body, like molten gold being transformed slowly into jewelry. The way she looked at his dick, like it was the best thing on earth, had him feeling that way. He could feel her gaze trying to burn a hole in his thigh, and it pleased him to no end. Karina was excited, too, and he could tell by the way her nipples stuck out prominently against her shirt. One could never tell when she would wear a bra or not, so he was immensely glad that she chose tonight to go braless. After giving his now fully erect dick a thorough examination with her eyes, she looked up at him, and was startled by the intense heat she saw there. He shot her a smoldering look, and Karina felt that now familiar tingle between her thighs again. She almost forgot what it was that she wanted to ask him, but regained her senses quickly. "Darren...what do you think about to make your, um... thing...like this?" He smiled lazily. He didn't know that she found it immensely difficult and dirty to say "dick" outright, when he could recall her calling him an asshole at every open chance. "You really want to know?" he asked, giving her the chance to back out or change her mind. She nodded yes. "I think about you, Karina." "Me?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Why?" "Because," he started, "everything about you is my fantasy. I only have a little bit of you right now, but I dream of having all of you." She gave him a dazzling smile, one that made his dick start to ooze wet, white stuff. Her smile was contagious, and he smiled as well. "You do have all of me," she said. "No, I don't." Her brow furrowed in misunderstanding. "I'll have all of you when you give me you." "What? Why are you speaking in riddles?" Darren laughed. She was too cute when she didn't understand. "No, baby, it means that when you give me the sweetness between your thighs, then you'll really be mine, all mine,' he finished, inching closer and closer to her until she was a mere breath away. He grabbed her chin and planted his lips on hers gently; kissing her like he meant it. When she whimpered, he kissed her harder, trying to convey both his lust and his love through his lips. He was doing it again. She loved his kisses. She loved him, plain and simple. Karina pulled back slightly, feeling uncomfortably wet. She didn't know where the hell her new feelings were coming from, but she was more aware of him now than she had ever been. He was naked, underneath her, but she still felt shy, overpowered. "Darren," she whispered urgently. He looked back at her, wondering what was wrong. "What's the matter, Boo Boo?" Karina smiled at his pet name for her. "I feel...weird." "Weird how?" he asked. "I don't know...I just feel...weird. Here," she said, pointing to the spot between her legs. Darren smiled again and laid her on her back. "Show me." Hesitantly, she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down slowly, raising her hips to aid its way. He pulled them from around her ankles and tossed them, not caring where they went. She looked so sexy, laid out on his bed, biting her lip in a way that he was starting to love. Her plain, white shirt had risen, and he could see a little of her flat stomach. Unable to resist, he laid a small kiss on her navel, and she giggled. Looking further down, he laughed inwardly at the cuteness of her panties, black and white boyshorts with varying sizes of red kisses on them. He looked up at her and saw that her face was screwed up tightly. "What's wrong?" "It hurts, Darren. Make it stop. Please," she cried. It tugged at his heart, his dick, and everywhere beyond and in between his body. He couldn't resist her. He knew she didn't know what she was asking of him, but her ignorance made it all the better. "Take off your shirt." Eagerly, she rose up and took the shirt off, revealing two very firm C cups with jutting dark brown peaks that were begging to be sucked. Darren growled low in his throat and leaned up to kiss her. She grabbed at the back of his head and kissed him back, hard, moaning softly and frequently. He broke away, breathing harshly. "Look at what you do," he said, looking down at his dick. It was hard as a brick and weeping freely now. As if by some unseen force, her hand gravitated toward it. She touched the head first, rubbing her thumb around the slit. He moaned loudly, and she pulled her hand back, scared. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, looking into his face. When he was finally able to catch his breath, he said, "Never that, K. Never that." She smiled.