Locked Out of Spring Break (REWRITING)

Chapter 10: Kiss Me

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He chuckles, "Yeah." He pins my arms down. "You pulled a sneaky trick just moments ago on me."

I shove at him, laughing, "I got you good."

He rolls his eyes. "I expected different from someone like you, but you're always surprising me."

"How?" I laugh.

"Are you really?"

"Am I really what?" I inquire.

"Homosexual."

I answer, laughing, "Yeah. I love the male anatomy."

"What made you conclude your sexual identity?"

I shrug. "It's something I just always knew."

Jake scratches his head. "So, you were being earnest when you said that?"

I nod. "Why would I lie about something like that?"

He shrugs. "I never would've thought of someone like you to be homosexual."

"Why's that?"

"You just don't match my expectations of a homosexual per say," he comments, regarding me. "How do you plan to have children or get married?"

I stop laughing, growing serious. "I guess I'll either adopt or have an egg donor and for marriage, I'll just go to the states that legalized it."

"Who would be your donor?"

"Possibly Luci," I answer. When he doesn't respond quickly enough, I impulsively add, "We have a lot of planning ahead of us, don't we?"

He scoffs, "I'm open to new experiences and all but I'm not open to raising a family with another male. I want to have a real family."

"If you're so heterosexual, why did you kiss me?" I challenge.

"Just because I kissed you doesn't mean that I'm a homosexual." He attentively eyes me. "I'm secure enough with my sexuality that kissing a male won't modify it."

"What if you slept with one?"

"That's something I'll never know, because it won't happen."

I do my best to keep my composure. Every time that he kissed me, he felt nothing at all? Maybe Luci is wrong after all. He'll never feel anything towards me. So he isn't as open-minded as he says he is. I shove at him, laughing, "Are you going to get off me? You're dripping on me."

"You're deserving of it," he chuckles, shaking his hair in my face.

"Jake!" I holler, chortling, "Stop it!" I shield my face. I resist, turning my body, however, he ceases my movements when my stomach is on the ground. "Get off me!" He clenches his grasp around my wrists. I lift myself a little with my knees, but he doesn't give in, pinning my arms to the ground-forcing me into a position where my rear is facing upward while my face is on the ground. I feel a harsh smack meet my rear. "Asshole!" I cried.

"You look nice in this position," he taunts, gruffly smacking my butt again.

"Jake!" I scream at him, "Quit it!"

"Wow, you're really beat up," Jake teases, "I didn't mean to hurt my baby." 

"Stop it!"

"Don't like a little spanking?" he jeers, "You must have been a good child growing up." He continued until I could feel my rear burn in pain. "You don't seem to enjoy this."

"Okay, okay!" I cave in, "You win in dominance for now!"

I feel him lean in towards my ear from behind. "So, you'd be the submissive in the relationship."