Andy, wake up." I cooe in his ear at 5:45. Andy groans, pulling me closer to him as he mumbles, "I don't wanna go-ta school."
"Andy, I have to shower. Just get up before I'm out." I walk into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door and turning on the shower. Andy knocks on the door and opens it, "I have my eyes closed! Just, can I use your parents shower?"
"Ya!" I shout, hearing the door shut and Andy's footsteps trail down the hall. He stayed over here last night as well, only leaving to go get a change of clothes for today and his back pack. We did our homework together quickly, then watched a movie and cuddled. I hop out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel. Shit, I forgot my clothes out there. I just have to hope Andy is not back from his shower yet. I walk out, clutching the towel up for dear life, I quickly grab a pair of black skinny jeans and a black All Time Low t-shirt from my closet. I turn around to find Andy standing there smugly, already dressed.
"Well this is a great morning."
"Haha. I'm going to change in the bathroom." I roll my eyes, walking back to the connected bathroom to be stopped by Catherine. "No. I need to do my makeup and hair."
"But I need to change and Andy's here!" I whine. Andy places a hand on my shoulder and jokes, "you can change in front of me. I don't mind."
"Well, how about you wait in the hall and I get changed in here?" I suggest. Andy pouts jokingly and shuts the door behind him, followed by Catherine closing the door to our bathroom. I quickly change into the outfit, then let Andy back in. He smirks, "you look hot today."
"I'm wearing a mens band shirt that goes up to my neck and jeans. How does that qualify as hot?" I tease. Andy shrugs, "you're hot in anything."
I kiss his cheek quickly, then go to the bathroom again to do my makeup, followed by Andy who brought his own. He puts on eyeliner along with black eyeshadow that is a smokey grey on the rest of the lid.
(Like in Vlog #4.)
I do a quick eyeliner with a flick at the end and some almost black, but blue eyeshadow and black mascara, then am ready to go. Tristan walks in and starts laughing at our reflection, "I would have never thought that I would be watching cat put her makeup on next to Indiana's boyfriend. Or let alone that Indiana would have a boyfriend in general, sorry."
"I know, it's surprising." I smile at Andy, pecking his lips quickly before we walk downstairs hand in hand to get breakfast. We eat and then are out the door.
"Indie girl, our car is out of gas so..."
I sigh, "Andy can they come with us?"
"Sure. Tristan don't you have your car?"
"I don't have one." He mumbles, embarrassed. Catherine usually drives him home or he goes home with a friend from football. I slide into the passenger seat, Andy in the drivers, Tristan and Catherine go in the back. Andy turns the key and the Bullet For My Valentine cd starts playing, I think it's P.O.W.
Tristan just laughs as the three of us start nodding our heads to the rest of the music. I turn it up a notch so that it is blasting, looking behind me to see Tristan start nodding along as well.
"No one can resist the force of rock music." I smirk at him, he just laughs, "my dad sometimes plays his old metal albums when he is working."
"That's cool. Like slipknot and Metallica?" Andy asks, lighting a cigarette at a stoplight. I light one too, taking a drag before unrolling my window so the smoke doesn't stay in the stuffy car. My sister starts dramatically coughing and I roll my eyes. Andy looks at me and smirks, taking a drag as we pull up to school. I giggle as our fellow students stare at the car that has rock music bursting out the unrolled windows and the 'deadly' cigarettes hanging out the window. Andy smirks as he takes a drag, blasting bullet for my valentine until the song finishes. Tristan and Catherine had already gotten out of the car, sending us apologetic looks as they complain to their friends about the music we were listening to. Andy and I chuckle, kissing quickly before hopping out ourselves. He laces our hands together instead of wrapping his arm around me today, much more comfortable.
Another boring day of school later, Andy and I are in the car driving back to my house. He looks to me at a stoplight, "so could you help me with my history homework?"
"Ya, It's only note taking." I giggle, taking a drag of my cigarette. "I think we should start putting a band together for you."
"Where would we start?"
"First would be auditions for members, maybe post an add on Instagram and twitter or hang flyers at school?" I suggest as Andy pulls up to my house, my parents still aren't home. Unfortunately, Catherine is right behind us in one of her friend's cars.
"Indie girl! Don't you dare take that cigarette inside!" She shouts. I roll my eyes and walk inside the house, taking a drag as soon as I'm indoors. Andy giggles and pulls me upstairs to my room, running away from my sister's shouts. He locks the door behind us and takes a drag, smiling deviously. Andy crushes his cigarette after a few silent minutes of smoking, in the soap dish I've been using as an ashtray. I crush mine soon after and giggle, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. "Heyy."
He grins against my lips, "we aren't getting our homework done are we?"
"Probably not." I giggle, pressing my lips to his into a passionate kiss
I am suddenly on the bed with Andy smirking over me as he presses our lips together into a passionate kiss. I feel him lift me back up, our lips never breaking contact. My back is against a wall, my legs wrapped tightly around his small waist. Andy is as close to me as we can get but I want to be closer to him. In this moment I am feeling that major sexual attraction for the first time. I feel that I need him. I want him so much more than I ever thought would be possible. As the passionate kiss turns into a heated make out session, Andy's hands trail up the front of my shirt, massaging my breasts through my plain bra. I never want this to end, I know what he means now when he talks about wanting me. I won't give in to my body's greedy desires, I'll enjoy this for now. A soft moan escapes my lips which Andy takes as a notion to reach around my back and unhook my bra. His hands travel back to my chest, caressing softly, gracefully. I can barely contain myself right now.
"A-A-Andy..." I stutter, pulling away. He looks at me worried, "is something wrong?"
"No!" I say quickly, his eyes lighting up as I whisper, "just keep going!"
"Always." He collides our lips again, not hesitating to slip his tongue in my mouth. The hands on my chest slip the shirt over my head, breaking the kiss for the shortest amount possible before being together again. I press my hands into Andy's skinny chest, underneath the soft fabric of his tshirt. He breaks our kiss, only to trail kisses down my collarbone. I tilt my head by instinct as he kisses passionately on my soft skin, even taking a soft bite into my neck causing a moan of pleasure to escape my lips. Andy seems to really know what he is doing because by this time I am begging silently for him to let me get the restricting shirt off. He pulls away for a millisecond, swiftly removing the soft fabric from his chest, immediately replacing his tongue on my neck. I grip at his bare back, accidently scratching it with my nails as he takes a nipple in to his mouth. He moans as it hardens between his teeth, pressing me into the wall even more. My hands tangle into his hair as he simply supports my back and presses his fingers softly into my side. "A-Andy!" I moan as he places our lips on each others again. Every movement filled with undeniable passion. Andy stumbles back onto the bed, hovering over me as he pulls at my belt buckle. I don't even realize that my pants are off and that I'm working on getting his suddenly annoying skinny jeans. He hooks two fingers around the waistband of my underwear sliding the fabric down slowly, not all the way off. Pulling away he whispers, "top or bottom indie?"
"What?" I ask, opening my eyes to see the situation. I gasp, taking in what has most likely happened in less than five minutes from when we were against the wall. the clothes strewn all over the floor and his boxer-briefs halfway off, my hand clutching on to them, being the force pulling them down.
"Andy-" I'm cut off by his lips against mine, he lets go of my underwear and simply cups my cheek. The same burning passion still there, just softer, gentler. Andy pulls away, "I need to be inside you right now so bad it's not even funny."
I bite my lip, nodding in agreement to his statement, "I'm so attracted to you right now I can barely stop myself from letting you take me."
"Oh, do you...?"
"No! I'm not ready at all." I say after a moment of contemplation between sexually driven and the reason side of my brain. Andy nods in understanding. "You can't deny that we are going to be amazing together someday."
"We've been dating for a few days and you're already thinking about's the future?" I ask through giggles. He raises an eyebrow, "we've been dating for a few days and look at what just happened. How can I not have thought about it for a slight second?"
"That was ridiculous." I mumble as Andy lies down next to me, out of breath as well. "Hell yes. That's the most passionate make out session I've ever had. And the best." He smirks and whispers, "you can't even deny that we would have amazing sex."
"I'm not denying it, just not allowing it." I smirk, "and I don't even think that four days ago I would have ever thought of talking to someone, let alone sitting in my underwear next to my boyfriend."
"You do look sexy." He looks me up and down. "I can tell you think that Andy." I mumble, he blushes. "I'm sorry but I think that I will not be able to keep myself off of you."
"Don't even think about trying anything." I warn, turning my head to look at my boyfriend.
"You realize we are moving really fast right?" I ask quietly, Andy nods slowly, "ya, sorry.." He rolls so he is facing me, his head propped up on his elbow, "if you want to slow down..."
"Ok, you can't ask that in that position." I joke, stopping my eyes from roaming down his pale body. I remember about scratching his back and mumble, "I'm sorry about your back... I didn't mean to uh... Scratch it and stuff."
Andy try's to contain his laughter at that, "Indie, I'm hoping to have more of your scratches on my back. It shows we're having a good time."
"Oh..." I mumble, moving a little closer to Andy. He wraps an arm around my waist, scooting himself so we feel the skin against skin contact that lights my body on fire. The pink lips that will haunt my dreams from now on place a light kiss on my forehead. I wrap my arms around Andy as well, tangling our legs together, "I could lay here with you forever." I whisper into his ear, burying my head in the crook of his neck. His fingers are lightly tickling my back, sending another round of shivers down my spine. My morals are telling me that we need to slow down, but I don't want to stop. Laying here with Andy is something I can't deny that I want to happen more often. His lips are like heaven, no- more like a lustful dark pit of enticing fire. Those blue eyes are as sexy as hell. "They probably heard us." I whisper, out of realization.
He shrugs, "oh no! They heard us kissing! Ahh!" His smile makes one form on my lips as well. "What do we do now?"
"You're already bored?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, "I can fix that very quickly..."
"Haha." I smirk, letting him knead a knot out of my back as he starts massaging instead of just tickling my back. "I mean now that We've made out, what do we do?"
"Normally it would be have sex..." He smirks, "but since you don't want to do that then cuddle and talk like we're doing, or get our clothes back on and do something else..."
"So how many girls have you had sex with considering our age it can't be very many... Unless you're like a manwhore or a sex addict or something?" I jokingly ask, but somewhat curious all the same. He doesn't answer for a few seconds, thinking.
"uh... Well there was Scout, Isabella, hope, katelyn, Sierra, dalia, she was a bitch... Umm... Shelby-"
"Wait, Shelby that's downstairs Shelby?" I ask, dumbfounded. He sighs and nods. "One night I got wasted at a party and I woke up in the morning and there she was, in my bed." He makes a face, "now she won't leave me alone... It's getting sad, plus I don't even remember it."
This is awkward. But now I know why Shelby doesn't like me that much.
"That's a lot of people..." I mumble, suddenly feeling like I should be sexually active like Catherine and Andy. Maybe we should have sex, just to get it over with.
"Ya, so I kind of was an almost man-whore I guess... But now I have you." He places his lips against mine. "And I love lying here with you more than having sex with any of them. Just being around you is way better."
"really?" I look into his eyes, searching for any sense of lying but all I see is genuine, the truth.
"Of course."
"Sometimes you are just so cliché.." I tease, ruffling his hair. Andy smirks, "but not quite."
"No... Not quite.." I mumble in agreement. He moves slightly so I am once again pressed against his chest, "you are definitely the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid eyes on." His lips press against mine for a moment before his cheek rests against mine.
"Thank you!" I whisper, inhaling his small amount of cologne, mixed with that amazing cigarette smoke that already has me hooked.
"I can't wait 'til we can do this without there being people in the house." He laughs, "my parents go away a lot on weekends so maybe we could have my house to ourselves sometime..."
I stroke his cheek with my fingertips, only to have them grabbed and kissed. "Me too."
He lets go of my fingertips, only to lace our hands together. "I cannot get over how absolutely stunning you are indie." His whispers create goosebumps on my pale arms, "I'm so lucky to have you."
"I seriously have a really weird craving to smoke." I giggle, reaching for Andy's jeans which are lying down towards the end of the bed. He takes a cigarette from his pack and places it on my lips, lighting it for me before I take a drag. He chuckles as I blow the smoke in his face. "You are a sexy smoker indie."
"Is that just 'cause I'm topless?" I joke, passing the cigarette to him. He takes a drag, "no, that just adds to the effect."
"so are you, and mmm." I press my lips together, letting my eyes roam down his body seductively. "You even taste good."
He smirks, pressing his lips to mine softly. "You taste even better darling."
"Really?" I joke.
"Ya, and I would replace all the models in playboy or hustler with you babe. There wouldn't even be a competition." His deep voice sends shivers down my body as I whisper, "oh yeah? Well wouldn't that mean that all the other men would masturbate to a picture of me as well? Not just you?"
"No, it would be special, just for me." Andy jokes, "maybe when I become successful we could do a shoot with you and I, a incredibly sexy and seductive one."
"You mean a naked photo-shoot? I'm going to have to think about that." I giggle, sitting up against the headboard. Andy sits up as well, getting out a cigarette of his own. "You just might want to."
"I doubt that I will be sexting you anytime soon babe. You have to be here live." I joke, attempting to make smoke rings but miserably failing. Andy chuckles, "what if I'm on tour?"
"Then you'll have to wait." I get off the bed, crushing my cig in the temporary ashtray, smirking at Andy the whole time. I sway my hips as I pick up my bra, slowly putting it back on, next my shirt. "Lets do that homework."
He simply grins, getting up and pulling me close. I feel his hardness against my leg as he grabs my ass, making my body press against his. Andy slips his hands under the fabric of my panties, causing me to gasp, which is silenced by his lips. I feel one of his hands slide to the front of of the garment, the other slipping the fabric off of my body. All I can do is gasp again.
"W-what are you doing?" I ask, nervously as Andy's hand carefully starts violating my most private area. His voice is low as he whispers, "the best thing you've ever experienced."
I stand there in shock as Andy kisses me again, rough. I kiss back, of course, as he starts rubbing my clit. He pulls me even closer, his lips lift off of mine as he whispers, "You're amazing."
The next thing I know, his finger is inside me, pumping in and out, "I got you so wet Indiana, didn't I?"
"What are you doing?" I choke out, avoiding a moan. "When did I say you could-" I let out a moan then, involuntarily thrusting my hips to the rhythm of his finger. Andy places his lips on my sweet spot, not answering as I continue to moan.

He needs to stop this.
I love it so much.

"Who made you so wet?" He asks again, his gruff voice almost demanding.
I sputter out, "y-you, I guess."
"Am I going to make you cum?" Andy asks, pressing another finger in to me. I gather myself enough to mumble, "stop."
"You like this baby, don't you?"
I nod, letting his fingers continue to bring me into ecstasy. "You're going to cum. I can feel it. Say my name when you cum. Say it-no, scream it. 'Andy! Andy!'"
I feel myself tighten around his fingers, I moan, "Andy. You."
"Come on indie, I want to be the first one to ever make you get so wet, to make you cum so much, to taste your sweet juices." He pulls me over to the bed, his fingers pull out and I whimper.
"Don't worry babe, you'll like this better." He lays me down, "spread your legs."
"What? We are not-" I shoot up, realization crossing over my face as he shakes his head. "No, I'm still going to finger you, just this is a better way to."
I do as Andy says, next thing I know his fingers are back inside of me while I beg in my Mind to feel him inside of me. His fingers enter again, going deeper and deeper as he continues to pump them in and out, almost slamming them into me as I moan. And soon enough I crash my lips into Andy's and whisper between kisses, "you're making me cum, Andy."
My muscles clench around Andy's fingers, releasing my juices. I moan quietly, luckily not drawing any attention from downstairs. He licks his fingers, moaning as he tastes my cum. I giggle, closing my legs while he opens them again, his head now near my privates as he puts my legs over his shoulders. He sticks his tongue inside me, I moan. He licks me out and we both moan, quietly of course. Andy reconnects his lips with mine, I taste myself which is turning me on even more. He is practically bulging out of his briefs at this point, and I have to admit that I am seriously considering leaving so we can have sex.
"Andy- homecoming." I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Yeah baby?" He asks, pulling away. I take his face in my hands to reconnect our lips. "Alone."
He suddenly moans a bit louder than we had been, rubbing his hips against mine.
"What?"
I collect myself and pull away, taking a deep breath, "after homecoming, make sure your parents aren't home so we can do this again."
"I will." He mumbles, kissing me roughly. I hear the front door open and shut downstairs. Someone yells, "we're back! Indiana? Are you home."
I look to Andy in terror, panicking as my parents' footsteps are on the steps to my room.
"Shit." Andy scrambles off of me, tossing my underwear and pants back while pulling on his own. I comb my hair with my fingers, as does he. We are scrambling to get out belts up as the door knob to my room shakes. "Indiana, why is your door locked?"
"Uh.. Catherine and her friends were bugging me." I shout while Andy hides my cigarettes in my top drawer and I dump out the ashes. I unlock the door while Andy puts hand sanitizer on, revealing my mom's worried face. "Indiana, I'm sorry I didn't tell you we were leaving for the weekend, your dad kind of sprang it on me." She smiles at Andy while his back is facing her. "Is this your friend? What's her name?"
"Uh... Actually mom, this is my boyfriend, Andy." I say quietly, still a little overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of my parents and almost being caught. Her smile drops as I say this and Andy turns around, a notebook from his backpack in hand. "Hi mrs. Foster, I'm Andy."
"Hello Andy, it's nice to meet you." Her eyes glance over his outfit, not saying anything but I can tell I am going to get a lecture later.
"Mom, we were just about to start our homework so..."
"Sure, I want your door unlocked honey." She walks downstairs again, a contemplative look drawn over her features. I shut the door and let out a huge sigh. Andy drops the notebook and pulls me into his arms, letting me bury my head in his chest. "That was close."
"Mhmm." He kisses the top of my head, "I don't think she's going to like me."
"Probably not." I sigh, looking up into Andy's eyes. He smiles down at me, placing his lips on mine as I giggle. "I don't give a damn if she does."
"Good." Andy mumbles, "I don't want to give you up."
"never." I whisper, brushing my lips to his before backing away and beginning our homework.

Notes

sooo fuck you writers block. thats what happens when things get sexual. umm so anyone have any opinions on this?
-C