Heavy Petting

Five minutes since our last breath as our mouths continued to entangle themselves. His tongue was warm and wet, wrestling mine for command. I always lost but I enjoyed him taking over. His hands were holding me against him by my ass with the occasional squeeze. His erection pushing up a tent around his crotch and rubbing against my abdomen. It was pretty obvious to the both of us as he groaned with every rub against me. Feeling a burning in my chest, I pushed away from him with much hesitation. "Are you trying to suffocate me," I joked as I wiped my mouth of the saliva.

"You're just so damn sexy, babe," he said as he pulled me against him, "I look forward to this everyday. To touch you, to feel you, baby."

"Mmm really? So you're not here just to get with me?"

"What? No! If I was here for just sex, I'd be with a girl who actually gave it out," he explained.

I threw a pillow at him, him falling backwards to be dramatic, "Jackson! You ass! You know I'm not comfortable with that just yet!"

"I know, I know, I'm just so hard for you. See," he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him again, my hand on his crotch.

I snatched it away, feeling weird about it all. Jackson and I have been together since my freshman year and his sophomore year. He was graduating soon so we were spending a lot more of time together, which meant a lot more heated make out sessions. After every single one, he would plead and try to get me to do a bit more than just kiss and rub up against each other. It's not that I was being a prude and wanted to "save myself for marriage" or whatever, I genuinely was scared of what was in his pants. I knew it was a penis - I mean, come on, I had sex ed already - I was just afraid of what it could do to me. My sex ed teacher spoke of all the things that it does and what it secretes, what diseases it carries and all that. What if I get pregnant just by getting it near my vag? Or if I get herpes? Or get something even worst? I wasn't normally a health nut but this is my safety at stake!

I saw the hurt look in his eye and scooted closer to him to try and make him feel a little bit more secure. "I'm sorry for pulling away like that. Forgive me?" I apologized, holding his hand to show him the most affection possible without getting him worked up.

"Yeah, of course I do, Sky. It's just...what's wrong with just touching it? I get you not wanting to have, you know, but touching it doesn't hurt, right?"

"What if you have a STD and pass it onto me? I don't want to take that chance and do you know how many girls are pregnant at school? Olivia, you know, the one who use to be at every party and use to fuck the whole football team?"

"Heh heh yeah," Jackson said dreamily.

I hit him in the shoulder and continued, "She, now, has three children and one on the way! I don't want to end up like that! I refuse! I don't know how I'd act if you got me-"

Suddenly, his lips were on mine, forcing me to stop talking. He held my face and looked into my eyes.

"If you end up pregnant, I'm there with you all the way," he told me as serious as he could.

I laughed and pushed him away, "What if it's not yours?"

"Then I'd take that bastard in and raise him because it's yours," he said moving closer to me, giving me a good look into his eyes.

"Bastard? He or she would be an angel!"

"Only because he's yours. Any other kid would just be a bastard."

He grabbed my hips and held me to him. I couldn't feel his hard-on anymore so I guess he calmed down for now. Bring up kids to cool it down, I thought to myself as I cuddled up to his chest. It was a pretty warm out today so he was wearing a cloth tank top shirt and some cargo shorts. His shirt was so soft and smelt strong of cologne. I think he could hear me breathing in his aroma because I looked up and saw him smirking at me mischievously. "What?"