It All Started With A Note

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve - Eric

Something tickling my nose is what woke me the following morning. I blinked, trying to get my bearings. A wisp of Ivy's hair is what was tickling my nose. I grinned, finding her body pressed against mine, front-to-front. Judging by her deep, even breathing, I knew she was still asleep. I ran my hand up and down her side, loving how she felt. I'd been wanting to touch her, kiss her, and love her for a while now. So when she gave me the green light last night, it had felt like Christmas.

Feeling like a creeper, considering she was still asleep, I ran my hand down her back, before cupping her ass. I almost groaned. She had the most perfect ass. I leaned forward and kissed her neck. Ivy muttered in her sleep and threw her leg across me. She was practically straddling me now and I wasn't complaining one bit. I kissed her neck again, hoping it'd cause her to move over me even further. She didn't stir this time, but I couldn't stop myself from running my hand up her leg and copping another feel of her ass.

A second later, she must have woken up, because she gasp and tried to scramble off me. I didn't want her to accidently hit me in the nuts, so I grabbed her waist, trying to hold her in place while she calmed down, but in the process, I just served to move her more firmly over me and she was now straddling me completely. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling. She froze now, however, and I wondered if she could feel how erect I was. Only our clothing separated us from being intimate, so I had no doubt that she felt it.

"Eric...um..."

"Yea, give me a minute..." I whispered.

Was it my imagination or did Ivy just shudder? I was guessing she sure did, when she suddenly whispered, "Um, I read this story once. It was about two teenagers and they, well, um...they kind of rubbed against each other, with their clothes still on, and..."

I chuckled, almost afraid to ask, but had to know, "Are you asking if you can dry hump me?"

"Is that what it's called?" She whispered.

Instead of answering, I pulled her hips down, so she was completely nestled against my throbbing dick. I wore a pair of basketball shorts and Ivy's thin yoga pants didn't offer much barrier, so I could practically feel her heat against me. We both groaned as I cupped her butt and helped her move her hips, so we could thrust against each other. This wasn't sex, but I'd take it any day of the week if it were with Ivy. I moaned. I wanted to touch her all over, but I didn't want to spook her, so I kept my hands on his hips, as we continued to grind against each other.

"Ivy, have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Yes."

I sucked in a breath, "How?"

"With my fingers." She said, blushing brighter than ever before.

I groaned, "When was the last time you brought yourself to orgasm?"

"Um, the day after you took me up Cupid Hill."

"Why?" I asked, gasping for my next breath.

"Because I wanted you to kiss me so bad that day and I was turned on and—"

"So you thought of me while you brought yourself pleasure?"

"Yes." She admitted on a whisper.

I kind of a lost a little bit of control after that. I cupped the back of her neck, pulling her lips down to mine and thrust my hips up toward her, more firmly. I tangled my tongue with hers and ran my hands down her back. Unable to stop myself, I pushed one of my hands inside her pants, so I could cup her bare ass-cheek. I kind of dug my fingers into her ass-cheek, as I helped her keep up our grinding rhythm. I felt my body building toward release, quickly, and wanted her right there with me. So keeping one hand, down her pants and on her ass, I moved my other up and cupped one breast through her shirt. Ivy gasped and her body began to shudder, as I pinched her nipple through her shirt. She bite down on her lip as she rode out her orgasm and I then exploded inside my shorts.

"Damn, the only thing that would have made that hotter is if Ivy had gotten naked." Timothy's voice startled us.

Ivy gasped and I rolled us, so she was shielded from view of the open window. I glanced back at my idiot brother, "Get lost, you little shit!"

Timothy held up his hands, "Hey, I'm not the one who left the window open so I could dry-hump my girlfriend for all the world to see. You're just lucky it was me and not mom who caught you. Hurry up you two or we'll be late for school."

When my brother disappeared, I turned back to Ivy, to find she'd buried her face in her hands. I lifted them away to find her face, beat red. I grinned, "Well, that was definitely a great way to start the day."

"Yes, except your brother watched us an—"

"Hey, I'll go kill him if you want me to, but don't say that you never want to do that again. I definitely want to do that again and much more with you. Ivy, will you be my girlfriend? Not because of what we just did, but because I love spending time with you. I'm enjoying the hell out of getting to know you. I want to know everything about you. I want to know your likes and dislikes. Hell yes, I want to learn every inch of your body. I want to someday hear what kind of noises you make when I slide deep inside of you. Until that day, I want to get to know every other little detail about you."

Ivy blinked and smiled, brightly, "Yes, Eric, I would love to be your girlfriend."

I leaned forward and captured her lips with my own. I poured a lot of promise into that kiss and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us. First, however, I lifted my head, glancing at the clock, "I need to go get cleaned up. Will you ride to school with me? I'll bring you home before practice starts."

"Will you get in trouble for skipping practice last night?" She asked, worried.

"No, we left school mid-day, so I couldn't have practiced even if I went back for it."

"I'll meet you at your car."

"Good." I tell her, then gave her one more lingering kiss, before climbing out her window. Things were definitely looking up.