"We're all familiar with the phrase 'no strings attached' but what happens when the strings are attached?"
Chloe is 17 years old. She's shy but talkative once you know her, she has one dream - to become a chartered accountant. There is, however, on...
The dinner was going well and I had actually brought myself to believing that Paul would actually behave that evening but that was before I felt a warm hand on my thigh. I jerked off my chair but I did it in a nice manner because Paul's parents didn't notice.
Do you think Paul removed his hand after that?
Not a chance. He kept it there, laying comfortably on my exposed thigh. I stole a glance at him and he flashed me a knowing smile. I snaked my hand under the table and tried to remove his hand but Paul wasn't having it. Instead, he held onto my hand and intertwined our fingers.
That felt good.
I decided to stop trying to fight him. No, it wasn't because I was enjoying holding his hand under the dinner table (although I was) but because I was afraid his parents would soon catch onto what we were doing. I shifted my focus back to the conversation going on in the table and Dan was talking about how Paul was a crybaby back in kindergarten. I couldn't believe it.
"...seriously, he'd cry everytime we dropped him off. He wouldn't want to be left there," we all laughed at him and his mother had that aw-my-baby look on her face. "And the ironic thing," Dan continued, "is that he'd still cry even when we picked him up later. He didn't want to leave his friends."
"I'm sure he just hated goodbyes," I said in his defense. Wait, why was I even defending the idiot?
"I still do," he whispered to me and his grip on my hand tightened. I returned the gesture and that was when I noticed that my hands were sweating. I gently removed my hand from his. Karen and I cleared the table and we brought dessert. I was getting seated when Paul's father asked the question I'd been crossing fingers for them not to ask.
"So your parents, what are they like?"
"Da-" Paul tried to speak but I stopped him. I had to answer him. I hadn't talked about my parents in a while so maybe answering his dad's question would do me good.
"My parents were lovely - the nicest people you could find. They loved me and they were madly in love with each other but they passed away." I could feel the tears threatening to escape but I held them back. I didn't like crying in front of people.
"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry, I didn't know." Karen put her hand over mine in a comforting manner. I could see that Dan was shocked, he didn't know what to say. I was glad that they weren't asking other questions like how they died and all that.
"It's okay. I'm slowly getting over it."
I prayed we could change the topic already. As if to down that lump on my throat, I took a sip from my glass of juice. Luckily, my prayers were answered and Karen changed the subject by asking, "Are you guys sexually active?"
I spat out all the juice from my mouth.
"Mom, no. Of course not."
"No I'm just checking. I'm not ready to be a grandmother yet."
Paul's father was trying so hard to hold his laughter.
Paul's POV
Chloe's face was flushed in embarrassment but she was still wide eyed. My mom must've really shocked her with that question but I was really glad that we were no longer talking about Chloe's parents. I needed to save Chloe from my mom or she wouldn't stop creating awkward moments for us.
"Well that's our cue to leave," I said standing up and Chloe mirrored my actions.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I was confused.
"I can't let you drive at this hour. Look it's already 10:35pm." Oh, mom. If only you knew. Of course I didn't tell her that it was still early and I had driven at hours later than this one.
"Come on, son. Spend the night. I'm sure you also miss your room." My dad tried to convince me. I turned to Chloe to see how she felt about this and she just shrugged.
"Okay fine. We'll sleep over."
"Honey, show Chloe to your room."
Was mom being serious?
"Mom, are you sure?" My own mother, telling me to share a room with a girl? I expected her to tell Chloe to sleep in one of the guest rooms. I found this difficult to believe.
"Of course. She is your girlfriend after all." All colour was drained out of Chloe's face and she wore a very worried expression.
This was going to be fun.
"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go." I took her hand in mine and we went up the staircase. "Goodnight, lovebirds." My mom hollered, "and no funny business," dad added. We got into my room and I immediately locked the door. Chloe eyed me suspiciously but I told her we had to be prepared for whatever that could happen. "Nothing's going to happen," she responded. After a while she asked:
"Where does that door lead to?"
"My bathroom."
"Great. I need to take a quick shower," and, with that, she disappeared into the bathroom. About fifteen minutes later, she came out of the bathroom wearing very sexy, on-turning lingerie.
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"Hmm, lace." I commented. She paid no mind to my comment and just tucked herself into bed. "I'm guessing you're taking the floor," she said.
I stared at her as if she'd grown a second head. "Sweetheart, you can't expect me to sleep on the floor in my own room." There was no way I would sleep on the floor while she looked that hot and I had the lifetime opportunity of sharing a bed with her. Remember, I never had that privilege back at the apartment.
"You can't expect me to sleep on the floor either. I'm your guest so I get the bed."
"We're both sleeping on the bed." She stared at me. "Chloe, I'll get sick and it's cold on the floor."
She thought for a while and then, "Fine. But you'll use your own blanket."
"Yes, ma'am." I turned off the lights and joined her in bed. She turned her back to me so I spooned her and slowly started caressing her exposed thigh.
"Paul, stop that." She slapped my hand. I left her alone and a few minutes later she said, "Paul, move away from me."
"Why?"
"Because I can literally feel your bulge on my ass."
