Apartment Days Part II
A short story by: Kadged and Krazi
We fell onto the couch together, she layed on top of me. We then sat up, and removed our shoes. I grabbed the remote as we both leaned back into the couch. She leaned over on me against my shoulder, put her feet on the couch and curled up against me. I turned on the TV.
"Any good movies on?" She asked.
"Not sure." I responded as I flipped the channel.
"Hey wait!" She exclaimed, "this is a good one." She stated.
"Alright." I said as I set down the remote, and put my arm around her shoulders. An hour passed as the movie played, I had no idea what it was about, or what was going on. She had fallen asleep in my lap, and since she did I had been trying to; with no success. I turned my head to the door as I heard it open. Joseph, my roomate, entered.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" He asked. I raised my hand and lowered it.
"Quiet man, she's asleep." I said in a low voice. He laughed lightly.
"You and your angel." He mocked.
"Better than you." I snapped, as I smiled. He walked steathily up to the couch and peered down at her, and smirked.
"You hit it?" He asked.
"Now, we got back an hour ago, and she fell asleep." I responded.
"An hour? Shit, should take only 5 minutes." He joked. I laughed in response. "Whatever man, I'm tired. If she wakes up, don't wake me up, k?" He stated.
"Alright, I'll keep it quiet, but you shouldn't have to worry, I think she'll be asleep for the rest of the night, and I will too. Sleep good man." I answered.
"Alright, 'nite." He responded as we knuckled and he disappeared into his room.
"Do you two have to be so loud and rude?" Came her voice, I only found myself laughing.
"Sorry honey." I finally said. She smiled sleepily.
"Well, I suppose it's good you weren't too rude." She said sarcastically as she sat up. "But, you could have been worse." She finished smirking.
"Yeah, but don't worry now. Just go back to sleep, I'm sure I will too." I said running out of what to say. She giggled.
"Alright." She said smiling as she layed back down on my lap, and closed her eyes. I wanted to do that too, but I couldn't. I hated it.
"Hey" She said interupting my thoughts. She repositioned herself, looking up at me from my lap. I placed a hand on her now upturned belly.
"You know, it's been 3 months." She said as she clasped my hand. I moved my eyes upward in thought.
"Yeah, must be somewhere around that by now." I responded after a moment. She squeezed my hand.
"I think I want to move onto the next step." She said as she looked at the couch. My heart jumped slightly. I didn't like where this was going, and my mind froze.
"Oh," I paused, "um," I cleared my throat and put on a fake smile, "if you're ready." I finsihed. She smiled as she looked up at me. She raised her body and placed a kiss on my lips. I was nervous. She sat up, I really was unsure. She moved closer to me, still siting, still staring, waiting for me to make the first move. I felt myself shaking.
"Nervous?" She asked in a mocking smile. "I'm not that scary am I? And I know this can't be your first time." She giggled out.
"No, I just..." I dropped my gaze. She looked both puzzled and offended.
"Is..." She trailed off as did her eyes, she then returned her eyes to mine, "is it me?" She asked sounding unsure. "Because I... was..." I moved my head to hers and interrupted her with a kiss. She looked shocked and suprised yet again.
"I'm just messing with you." I said smiling, trying to play it off.
"You're horrible!." She exlaimed looking slightly relieved. She still had al ook of curiosity in her eyes. We both looked at the floor. I was trying to think of anything to stop this. I didn't want her to now, she was too much of a good thing to lose. What would she think when she found out? She leaned in on me, taking control and started kissing me, my mind went fully blank. Her hands moved over mine as she kissed me, pressing me into the couch. Her hands moved to my sweatshirt, as she pulled it upwards she moved her head back, smiling, blushing. My only thought was "What would she think?". She slipped my sweatshirt off over my head and immediatly kissed me again. I was frozen, I couldn't move. She leaned on me heavily, driving me downwards in a deep and passionate kiss until I was laying on the couch, my head leaid on the armrest. Her hands moved downwards, pulling my shirt upwards. I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't. She lifted my t-shirt off and threw it onto the floor. She sat on me, looking down.
"Oh my god." She finally said after a long pause. She ran her hands over my chest, over the scars, in amazement.
"How," she paused and gulped, "how did you get all those?" I looked down at the numerous scars covering my torso, shoulders, biceps, and forearms. How could I explain it?
"Babe?" She questioned.
"I..."
*** To be continued in Apartment Days Part III ***