One Shot

Stevie’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Two short knocks had come from her window, which was obviously the most unlikely thing to happen to her tonight. Slowly, she crept over to her window and lifted a corner of the blinds. Behind them, a familiar face looked back at her.

Lifting her window, Stevie whisper-yelled, “Andy? What the fuck are you doing here?” He was holding onto the holes in the wooden wall along her house that held flowers and their vines.

He grinned at her, his rebellious mischief having brought him here. She’d have to get used to his antics.

“Honestly, because I can’t stop thinking about you,” he answered.

Stevie’s cheeks immediately flushed pink, and she hoped that the light behind her would help to disguise that. “Um, alright. Let me move.”

As she moved out of the way, Andy started climbing the rest of the way up so he could get into the window. While he did that, Stevie quickly ran a hand through her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mascara had smudged under her eye and her sleeping shorts were a little provocative, but she attempted to fix herself as her lanky boyfriend tried to get inside. After crouching onto the windowsill he jumped into her room, causing a dull thud! to resound through the house. They both froze completely solid for a few seconds, listening for Stevie’s parents.

After a few seconds, Andy whispered, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Stevie replied, smiling. After standing straight, they came together and kissed as they embraced, and the way his fevered lips moved with hers made her blood heat up. She could smell his cologne and the leather of his jacket and the cigarette smoke in his t-shirt.

Suddenly, there were footsteps in the hallway of Stevie’s house. “Stephanie? Did you hear that?” Her doorknob began to twist.

Andy dove underneath the bed, giving Stevie only a moment to think of an excuse for the noise as her mother opened the door. Flustered, Stevie started acting dumb, “What?”

“I asked if you heard that noise. Why are you just standing in the middle of the room?” her mother continued, taking a step in.

“Oh! I was about to walk out and asked if you had heard it! It sounded like it came from the attic,” she came up with.

“Really? Because it sounded like you dropped something in here.” Her mother threw a quick glance around before saying, “It’s probably a squirrel or bird knocking a box over then. I’ll have your father go look in the morning.” She began walking out. “Don’t stay up too late, ‘cause it’s a school night. And close your window. You’ll get a cold if you sleep with it open.”

“Yeah, Mom. Thank you. Goodnight,” Stevie said. A huge sigh of relief left her once the door shut, and immediately she ran over to lock it. When she turned, Andy was emerging from beneath her bed. When their eyes met, they had to hold in their laughter.

After kissing again, they sat on Stevie’s bed. “What’re you really doing here?” she asked.

“I told you. I was thinking about you and wanted to see you. I can’t stay long, though. I told my dad I was taking a walk to clear my head,” he answered.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so weird.” After looking at their connected hands, she whispered, “I wish you could’ve come through the front door like I can at your house.”

Andy felt the same way, but her parents couldn’t get past the six-foot-two kid with tattoos and long hair dating their daughter. He didn’t know shit like that still actually happened.

Leaning in and kissing her, he said, “It doesn’t matter. It just makes us hanging out at your house a lot more interesting.”

She raised an eyebrow. “In what way?”

Andy laughed, shaking out his hair. “Not like that. It’s just more rebellious, like forbidden love kind of shit.”

Stevie looked him in the eyes, which were now focused solely on her. Leaning into his neck, she said, “But, I mean, it could be that way.”

When she pulled away, Andy raised an eyebrow. He knew she wasn’t a virgin, and neither was he, but there was no way he was going to be able leave her if he fucked her tonight. She was too beautiful, too kind. He’d lose all brain cells he has left in the mist of desire he had for her.

“I don’t know if I have the time to do everything to you that I want,” he told her.

She deflated slightly, not knowing if that was a rejection or not. “Oh.”

Immediately, Andy sat up. “That’s not what I meant either! I want to fuck you so much, Stevie, you have no idea.” Again, a light flush of color hit Stevie in the cheeks. “I just have to be home in like fifteen minutes and your parents are in the next room over.”

She nodded, understanding but still a little upset by it. “I guess you’re right.”

Andy couldn’t stand the idea of leaving her like this. She was to good to him when most of the people in the city weren’t. Her beauty was truly inside and out, and he wanted to show her that one day. Today, though, he wanted to get a point across.

Glancing at the door to make sure it’s locked, he said, “Lay back.”

“What?” she questioned.

He glanced at her, giving her a you heard me look. Hesitantly, she moved backwards until her head would fall into her pillows. She watched as Andy took his leather jacket and laid it at the end of her bed, revealing a simple Misfits shirt he’d rolled the sleeves of up. He laid next to her on his side, leaning in and kissing her.

Stevie curled into him slightly. He was so warm and gentle. His hand rested on her waist over her tank top but beneath her flannel. He leaned over her so she was on her back again, and after a moment he lightly ran his fingertips over her breast. Her heart rate increased, but she didn’t stop him. He’d probably be the first person she didn’t regret having sex with.

Gently squeezing, Andy leaned into her neck. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he told her.

She tried to say thank you, but her words are stopped by a small noise in the back of her throat as he sucks on the skin beneath her ear. She bites her lip as a way of reminding herself to be quiet.

“God, I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” Andy whispered, lightly pinching her nipple through her tank top.

Before she can formulate a response, Andy’s fingers were outside of her shorts, lightly pressing in. She turned her face in towards him, to help block the noise. After only a short moment, he slipped his hand down her shorts, finding her core. Once his middle finger reached her clit, her body shifted to try and force her hips up. He smiled and slid the arm propping him up down a little, shifting him up too. He moved his two longest fingers in circles around her clit, making her moan quietly. He didn’t want to get caught, so he tried to temper his movements. Leaning into her mouth, he asked, “If I make you come can you keep quiet?”

Stevie nodded, looking up at him. “Please don’t tease me,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you so much.”

The words sent shocks all the way through his body to his groin, but he forced himself not to think about it. He was here for her, not himself.

Giving her what she wanted, he slid two fingers inside her. Her wetness almost surprised him. She was more wet than he had expected. He turned her on this much? The thought gave him a grin as his fingers moved in and out, feeling her warmth.

Stevie could feel herself losing too quickly. Truth be told, she’d always had a thing for Andy. The bad ass rebel-without-a-cause always seemed attractive to her, and once he finally noticed her too the two had gone together like milk and cookies. She really liked him, and now that he was pursuing her orgasm she was ready to give it to him.

“Andy,” she whispered.

“What?” he asked.

“You’re gonna’ make me come too fast. Like, I want to please you too,” she tried.

“No, I don’t want you to. I’m here for you only,” he said, kissing her. Sliding a third finger in, his small thrusts became quicker, harder. “I want you to come, Stevie. Give me something to think about for the rest of the night.”

She gripped onto his arm, her eyes shutting. Andy quickly moved her shorts down a bit so he could make his rhythm easier, and after doing so he started driving his fingers in at a speed which blew Stevie’s mind. She turned into her pillow and moaned, her hand tight on Andy’s wrist. “More, please more,” she murmured.

He went faster, pushing her. He leaned into her neck. “Fuck, Stevie,” he whispered. She could feel the muscles in her belly clenching.

After only a few more moments, Stevie crumbled beneath him. Her hips lifted and her toes pointed straight, and her snatch tightened around Andy’s fingers in a way he couldn’t wait to feel with other places. He leaned in to kiss her as she rode her high out, and her louder moans went from her lungs to his.

It took a minute or two for Stevie to descend from space, and when she did she looked her boyfriend in the eyes. “You’re really fucking good at that.”

He smirked, licking his fingers clean. “I know,” he said before standing.

Stevie sat up onto her elbows. “You’re just gonna’ leave? What about you?”

“Fortunately,” he said as he put on his leather jacket, “I’m quite skilled in the art of jerking off. And you have given me some wonderful thoughts to do that to.” After it’s on, he leaned in and kissed her. “I need to go. I’ll call you tonight.”

As Andy started climbing out the window, she ran to it. “Wait! Are you sure?”

He looked up at her from the wall. Jumping back up a step, he kissed her again. “Yeah, baby. Probably post-masturbation ‘cause I need to get off. I mean, have you heard the sounds you make?” He winked at her.

As he began climbing down, she called back, “You need to start sneaking out so I can finish the job next time!”

Notes

Alright, so cut me some slack on this one. It's like two in the morning and I wanted to get something out. I will admit, the main purpose of this chapter is not to arouse my readers, but it's to announce that I created a plot and therefore will be creating an actual story!



It will be a realistic fiction story called "Connections" so look for that! It'll be coming soon, but I haven't even written the first chapter of that yet. I wanted to get a little chapter out for this before I began official production of the book. Now that this is out, it's officially started, haha.

Anyway, this series will not end here, but it won't be updated as frequently. I really appreciate the love I get on this story and I'd adore you even more if you could take that love to "Connections" once it's begun. If you want, I can post a little update here also to alert you that I've uploaded it. Let me know if you're interested in that.

Also! As far as updates go, they will probably be more sporadic than constant. I've recently taken in two roommates who are both artists and therefore live the artists' typical lifestyle and have me help them. I'm not opposed to this because they're two of my best friends and I love them, but that doesn't fare well with updates. However, neither this nor "Connections" will be totally abandoned. It just might be a while in between uploads.

Other than that, I think that's it. How have you guys been? Have a good summer? Read any good books lately? I read the worst one of my life called "Every Exquisite Thing." It's awful. It started really well, and at the end it took a shit and I can't believe I wasted my time on it and nANETTE YOU'RE FUCKING AWFUL AND I HATE YOU.

Eh hem.

Anyway.

Thanks for reading my stream-of-conscience two-in-the-morning bullshit. I hope you have a good day once you wake up.

Yours,
~Niki X,,,,,,x

(P.S. please leave some love on this. It's not all that great but I mean I tried.)