Like He Kisses Me

Chapter 5: Just Fake It

He is in complete shock, his face pale. He probably didn’t think I’d cry. Ever. “You just sexual harass me like it’s no big deal and then lock me in here with you when you know I don’t like this! What is wrong with you?” I yell.

“There’s a lot wrong with me. I don’t want to talk about it, or do anything about it! I know some of the things I do are fucked up, I do, but I don’t care! I don’t care!” He yells. He then grabs me again and starts kissing me. He releases my lips and hugs me. He gets really close to my ear, “Please, just make it like you feel something for me. Just fake it, this once, please.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. I lift his head from my shoulder and cup his neck. I look him straight in the eye and pull his face to mine and kiss him softly at first. He stops kissing me and looks me straight in the eye, sorrow in his eyes. “Don’t take this creepily, but I need to know, how far will you go?” His eyes soften a little and I can’t help but laugh.

“Let’s just see where it goes.” I laugh again and kiss him softly again. I take the initiative and kiss him harder. Is it sad that I can’t help but like things like this? More sensual; I want him more this way. I want him to touch me softly like he is now. I take the initiative some more and start to unbutton my own shirt. What? I don’t care what he sees, what matters is what he touches. I look at him and he is intensely staring at me. I finally get my shirt off and then start to take his off. While pulling it off I gets close to his ear and whisper, “You see? This is what I wanted.” I bite his ear and make my way down his jaw to his neck and I begin to give him a hickey like he tried me. I work much faster than he does. We sit down on the floor and we are kissing much different then we were before, much better. He begins to slip his hand up my skirt, and I didn’t stop him, I didn’t want too.

“You’re alright with this?” He whispers softly.

“Just do it.” I say louder than I intended.

10 minutes later.

I’m buttoning my shirt back up and so is John.

I can only say one thing proudly at this point, and that’s that we didn’t do it, but everything else, I am not proud of. I’ve never been touched like that before, never been touched there. I can’t say I didn’t like it, because I did. It’s just different. Now I am awaiting John to go back to douche bag mode and leave the sweet sad boy I saw before, the sweet boy that touched me the way he did.

“So, do you know how long it’s been?” He asks from across the closet.

“I’m assuming about 10 or 15 minutes.” As I say this I turn around to see him fully clothed and red in the face. I can only imagine what my face must look like. “For the record, if you want to know something about me, just ask. I don’t have anything against you. Remember this is all consensual right?” I look at him. His eyes soften and he nods. Then the door opens wide and it’s Kyle. “Oh my God! Thank you!” I say loudly. “We’ve been locked in here and didn’t know what to do. We’ve been looking through random art supplies for a good 15 minutes.” I smile at Kyle while walking through the doorway. “Imagine spending 15 minutes with this goon.” I point at John and Kyle laughs. I look towards John and he has a slight expression of hurt, so I smile at him and wink and he smiles back at me.

Soon after we leave art, John walked me to his locker and douche bag John has returned as he tried to touch my ass and I slapped his hand away. Then as he did the cliché leaning against the locker, he gets really close to my face, kisses my cheek, and gets close to my ear and whispered, “I’d love to do that again, but we need to talk.” He backs away and leaves without even a smile.

What would we have to talk about? Then I remember that that he told me he does fucked up things and then had me “fake” feelings for him…

“Hey.” A male voice says from behind me. I get scared again and turn around to see Kyle with a huge smile on laughing at me.

“Oh, hey Kyle. What’s up?” I say once I calm down.

He puts his hands in his pockets and leans his shoulders forward and looks down in a shy boy kind of way. He looks up while licking his lips, and to be honest, I got kind of turned on. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to Liberace’s with me for lunch?”

Oh so he’s asking me out, that’s what this is. He’s hot, and John and I aren’t anything right? So why not? While I was thinking about going out with him, I really look at him. He is still shrugging forward a little, awaiting my answers. I notice his light brown hair, cut like Channing Tatum, and his dark brown eyes eyeing me. His body looks good, really good. I lightly bite my lip and look up at him. I smile as sweetly as I can, leaving the hard attitude for John.

“Sure, let’s just stop by my room so I can get my money.” He smiles and nods as we begin to walk side by side. Yes, that was a test. To see if this could be considered a date or not. It is not, and I am fine with that.

While me and Kyle are walking I notice Lulu and John talking, well, more like arguing. John is trying to stay calm and Lulu is clearly irritated. I wonder what happened; maybe he didn’t get hard when she was there. Which I would be surprised. Lulu is very pretty. Naturally blonde wavy hair, fair skin, large green eyes. She’s quite fit. Only problem, she’s flat as a board. She can luckily pull it off. I got lucky with my huge Italian boobs and two planets glued together for a butt. I’m quite proud of my figure. John doesn’t seem to mind it either. Finally me and Kyle make it to my room and he decides to take a seat on my couch. I start to laugh.

“Um, it’s just in my room and it might take a little while for me to find it, so want to come help me? I’m notorious for losing shit.” I laugh. His faces gets really red and then he nods and gets up and follows me to my room. He takes a seat on my bed and starts to bob on it.

“Your bed is comfier than mine.” He says.

I laugh, “I’m sorry, now help me look.” I start to look in my dresser drawers.

Kyle walks over to the vanity and looks at the 5 huge make up caddies and starts to laugh. “Please tell me you don’t actually use all of this?”

“Oh God no! It was there when I came in. I don’t wear more than concealer and mascara when need be.”

He starts to look through some of the drawers when I turn around and see that he has reached a drawer that I had not seen yet. The Lingerie Drawer. He picks up a skimpy red bra with matching underwear attached.

“That is not mine! Oh my God, I didn’t see this drawer!” I say as I run over and take the undergarments from him and throw it back in the drawer. “Anyway, I have one last place it might be.” I look at him and he is as red as the underwear.