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Broken Smiles Part 6
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 Created on 6-20-07
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Part 6
Aria’s P.O.V.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve never done this before. I feel like an amateur little kid. I’m swirling my tongue around his neck and I can feel his shivers. I’m almost ready to stop, but for some strange reason, I don’t think I want to. He’s grabbed my hips now. I don’t know what he’s doing. I don’t even think he knows what he’s doing. He pulls me closer. I’m practically on top of him. I pull back.
“Should we go into my house?” I ask. Jack’s head is arched back.
“No, we can go into the back seat, if you want.” Jack panted.
“Alright, that works for me.”
Jack was out of the driver’s seat and around to my door in 2 seconds flat. He flung the door open and picked me up. He then opened the back and we practically flew in. We were sitting right next to each other. I kissed him again. This time we moved way faster than before. Jack was shivering the first time I even touched him. I didn’t know what his whole body was doing, but I knew that his face was tilted toward the ceiling. Once again his hands moved to my hips, only this time, he started to lift my shirt up. Normally I would’ve stopped him, but tonight I’m feeling weirdly adventurous. I allow my shirt to be brought up and taken over my head, only because I’ve taken his shirt off now too.
Jack’s P.O.V.
Goodness Gracious, what’s going on? I’m a wild beast. This is the best time I’ve ever had with Ar. Or any girl for that matter. Her shirt is off and so is mine. I want so badly to reach for those pajama bottoms, but I know I shouldn’t. Aria wears pajamas on Sunday. She always has. I remember when I found this out. I thought she was nuts. Okay, my. Hands. Are. Moving. Down. Oh God, what am I doing? My hands have slipped below the pajama bottoms and right as I’m about to place them under her bikini underwear,
*knock knock*
I looked up and there, in the window is a police officer. Fuck. I’m screwed. But Aria’s gonna get it worse. I know it. Her dad hates me. She even thinks so. Actually, she knows so. He’s told her. The police officer is smiling. That’s a good sign. It’s also a male which is even better. I pull my hands out of Aria’s pajama bottoms and help her put her shirt back on. I open the door like nothing is wrong and smile.
“What’s wrong officer?”
Aria’s P.O.V.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve never done this before. I feel like an amateur little kid. I’m swirling my tongue around his neck and I can feel his shivers. I’m almost ready to stop, but for some strange reason, I don’t think I want to. He’s grabbed my hips now. I don’t know what he’s doing. I don’t even think he knows what he’s doing. He pulls me closer. I’m practically on top of him. I pull back.
“Should we go into my house?” I ask. Jack’s head is arched back.
“No, we can go into the back seat, if you want.” Jack panted.
“Alright, that works for me.”
Jack was out of the driver’s seat and around to my door in 2 seconds flat. He flung the door open and picked me up. He then opened the back and we practically flew in. We were sitting right next to each other. I kissed him again. This time we moved way faster than before. Jack was shivering the first time I even touched him. I didn’t know what his whole body was doing, but I knew that his face was tilted toward the ceiling. Once again his hands moved to my hips, only this time, he started to lift my shirt up. Normally I would’ve stopped him, but tonight I’m feeling weirdly adventurous. I allow my shirt to be brought up and taken over my head, only because I’ve taken his shirt off now too.
Jack’s P.O.V.
Goodness Gracious, what’s going on? I’m a wild beast. This is the best time I’ve ever had with Ar. Or any girl for that matter. Her shirt is off and so is mine. I want so badly to reach for those pajama bottoms, but I know I shouldn’t. Aria wears pajamas on Sunday. She always has. I remember when I found this out. I thought she was nuts. Okay, my. Hands. Are. Moving. Down. Oh God, what am I doing? My hands have slipped below the pajama bottoms and right as I’m about to place them under her bikini underwear,
*knock knock*
I looked up and there, in the window is a police officer. Fuck. I’m screwed. But Aria’s gonna get it worse. I know it. Her dad hates me. She even thinks so. Actually, she knows so. He’s told her. The police officer is smiling. That’s a good sign. It’s also a male which is even better. I pull my hands out of Aria’s pajama bottoms and help her put her shirt back on. I open the door like nothing is wrong and smile.
“What’s wrong officer?”
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Please Login to post comments| On June 20th 2007 babygurlj6 Said : | |
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omg wat happnes!!!!!!!!! |
| On June 20th 2007 AmbuhJay119008 Said : | |
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Ouch...I would die on the spot if that happened to me! |
