Sarah (purpledotpower) wrote in kenmorekids,

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Last names were changed to protect the fact that this didn't really happen, and I don't want anyone who knows him to read this ever.

This is my attempt at writing erotica. The sexual part is yet to come, but I won't post it, so people who don't want to read it don't have to. If you do have interest in reading the rest however..just post a comment that say so. Okay, here it goes. *Sigh*

It was a Friday night, and all of my friends were away on vacation. It was a total bummer, because one of my least favorite things is being alone. I was determined to make the best of my night, so earlier on the way home from the grocery store, I picked up a few movies. Now and Then, and Romy and Michelle's High school Reunion. A girl's night all on my own, and I was kind of excited. I popped some pop corn, and plopped down on my couch, and turned on the tube.
In the middle of my movie, the phone rang. I was going to ignore it, but I looked at the ID and the number said, "Richard Korr, 425-673-61711". Could it be? Chris Korrr. My biggest crush ever back when I was in the 6th grade. We were best friends, and then one day in the 8th grade, I was stupid and decided to share my feelings for him. Weirded out, after our years of friendship, we lost touch of one another.
I picked up the phone, and we caught up a little bit. He said his brother had told him that he had recently seen me at the college where I had been taking a speed reading course. He said he heard that I looked really different, and cute. I blushed, gripping the pillow beneath me. His voice had gotten lower. Last time I'd talked to him, he was heavy into smoking pot, and that was seriously all he talked about. He didn't sound stoned, so I was kind of surprised. "Well, what are you doing tonight?" he asked me. "Nothing, all of my friends are out of town, so I rented some girly movies."
"This might sound weird, but do you mind if I come over? I haven't seen you in forever, and my friends are out partying, I just didn't feel like going."
My mind started racing, and I could feel my heart beating so fast. I told him he could. He said he'd be over in about a half hour or so, he just had to shower. The second, I hung up the phone, I ran downstairs to my closet, and began throwing clothes on the floor to try to find something to wear.
After my entire wardrobe was on the floor, I settled on just a pear of silky purple pajama pants with japanese floral print on it, and a black tank top, so I could look like I hadn't put any effort in changing for him. (Even though I had been wearing the outfit I wore all day.)
I went in the bathroom, and touched up my makeup, putting extra eyeliner on. I also put some wax in my hair and teased it. I ran back upstairs, to the tv, and clicked onmy movie. I told him to call my cell phone when he got here, so my parents wouldn't hear the knock.
After about 15 minutes after the time he said he'd be there, I get a call on my cell phone, which is him saying he's at the door. (He was never on time, he couldn't have changed that much.)
I open the door, and he looks absolutely amazing. Between the last time I saw him, he had dyed his hair black,and grew...YES..Side burns. He was wearing a green t-shirt and tight little black faded pants. We just stared at each other for a few moments, and then he leaned in to give me a hug. He was wearing sandelwood. My absolute favorite smell on boys. He followed me up the stairs, into the kitchen where I offered him a coke. He took one, and we went into the family room, and he sat right next to me on the couch. He looked at me up and down, and said,
"You know Sarah, your hair color has changed, and you got your nose pierced, but all in all, you don't look all that different."
A little disapointed at his reaction, I looked down.
"Oh yeah?" I asked. I remember, that he didn't exactly return the romantic feelings, so I had just assumed that he didn't like the way I looked.
He leaned in a little bit, and tucked my hair behind my ears. "You're letting your pierced ears grow back." he said kind of disapointedly.
I remember that when I was in the 7th grade, he came withme to get them pierced. I remember how scared I was, and how he held my hand during the whole thing, and I dug my nails into his hand when they did it, and he almost drew blood.
He kind of laughed a little. "So what are we watching?" he asked.
"Oh, Romy and Michelle's high school reunion."
"I LOVE THIS MOVIE!" he exclaimed.
We watched for about 20 minutes, and I was sitting up completely straight, and I was getting a little uncomfortable.
"Do you mind if I lay down?" I asked him.
"No, not at all, can I lay down too?"
I looked at the couch, and was thinking that there was absolutely NO way that two people were going to fit on this couch, but told him it was okay if he could find a way to do it.
He slid behind me, and I layed in front of him, so we were spooning. I could smell his cologne, and it reminded me of old summer days, when we'd just lazy around in his room, and listen to music. When he movie was almost half way through, I look back at him, and his eyes are closed. Feeling a little ackward, I looked back at the movie. It was coming to my favorite part, when Michelle is dreaming. I suddenly feel a hand on my hip. I almost jumped out of my skin, because I was not expecting it. I pretended not to notice, and I kept my eyes fixed on the television screen.
His hand slowly starts moving down to my thighs, and back up to my hips. My tank top is riding up a bit, so I just know that my side is showing, and I'm so conscious about how I look. I want to look back at him so bad. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Was this just a friendly thing? I mean, I do this with Todd all the time, but with Chris it's different. I hadn't seen him in so long, and if this was just a friendly thing, this was a cruel cruel joke.
I close my eyes, and try really hard not to breathe different. even though I could hardly catch my breath, when I felt his hand go up my sides. His finger tips made my skin tingle, and I let out a giggle. Oh god! Did he hear me? Please don't stop! He didn't.
He switched from his finger tips to his entire hands, his fingers exploring from underneath my chest to my hips, and over my pajamas. His other hand reached up to stroke my hair,and the back of my neck. I was in a trance. I could have been satisfied with just this, and I let my mind just run away from me, thinking about all the things that I'd wanted to do to him since I was old enough to even have sexual feelings.
I feel a snap at the back of my bra, and my thoughs are interupted by the fact that he was undoing my bra from behind, and I realized that I must have been breathing hard.
I work up the courage to turn over, so I could face him. We looked into each other's eyes.
"Is this ok?" he asked me.
"I think so. Is it ok with you?"
"Yeah." he replied.
He pulls me underneath him, so he can get on top of me. I lean up, and he slides off my tank top, and I finish un-hooking my bra from behind, and I let it fall off the arm of the couch that is above my head. I lay back down, and he pulls a blanket on top of us. He starts kissing my neck very softly. So softly, I might have thought that he'd never done this before at all. It was so innocent, like he didn't know what he was doing. He started kissing up my neck, and made a trail from the bottom of my chin to just beneath my lips. He planted soft, warm kisses on my cheeks, and on the side of my mouth, so I was almost aching for it. Finally, he grazed my lips with his, and then it happened. A kiss that I had been waiting for since I met him. It was like getting to know him all over again, but in a completely different way. The years we weren't speaking, all the things we didn't get to go through together were in that kiss. His hands were running through my hair, and I wrapped my legs around him.....

To be continued..Let me know if you want to read the rest.
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