She stepped inside, taking in the scene in the living room. I’d lit all the candles in the house, which were about fifteen. I wondered if she’d recognized the date, but I doubt she had. She raised her eyebrows.
“Where are your parents?”
“They had a doctor’s appointment. So…. They’re probably in Madison, at least.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned closer to her, pulling her into my embrace. “Happy anniversary.”
“It’s our anniversary?” I had a feeling she hadn’t remembered, so it didn’t shock me at all when she said this.
“Yeah. Semptember nineteenth. I didn’t buy you anything, so I’m sorry about that.”
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize it was today.”
“Well, there’s one way you can make it up to me.” I reached in and touched my glossed lips to hers. She kissed me back gently, wrapped her arms around me and rubbing my back gently. We’d never gone farther than a small kiss on the lips, and that was enough to nearly drive me insane. I could feel myself getting wet, and I carefully picked her up. Not breaking our kissing, I sat down on the couch, with her on top of me.
Her tongue traced the outside of my bottom lip, and she pressed down against me. I was getting wetter every second, and feeling her tits pressing into mine wasn’t exactly improving my self-control. I knew she could feel my nipples hardening and pressing into her. My breath was quickening, and so was hers. Her hands slipped down and squeezed my ass. I moaned in surprise against her mouth, my back arching against her. She smiled against my lips and bit down on my lip, which, ironically, was my favorite trick. I moved to lay on my back, and she slid on top of me.
“Come on, I know you want to touch me back.” She whispered against my lips. I did. I let go of any amount of self-control I’d managed to hang on to. I slipped my hands under her shirt, feeling along her hips. She started kissing me back feverishly. I slid my hands up to her bra, feeling outside of it. Then I slid my hands inside of it.
She moaned against me, and I pinched and tweaked her nipples. I felt her hands grip my tits, and I got even wetter. By now I was panting, and my boy-shorts were probably soaked. I pressed her against me hard. I wrapped one leg around her waist, and I felt her hand trying to slip through the waistband of my jeans. My eyes widened, and I grabbed her hand to stop it.
“Lilla…. I think we should wait until we’re older.”
“Okay. As long as that’s what you want, I guess that’s fine.” I blew out the candles and we went upstairs to my room. She fell asleep in my arms, and I soon fell out of awareness with her.