Now I'm Ready (standard:romance, 469 words)
Author: pippyann	Added: Oct 24 2004	Views/Reads: 3307/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I wrote this story a while ago and just came upon it tonight. It's a shortie, and it's a little immature. But I liked it for some odd reason. Kind of a spur-of-the-moment write..

"So, who do you like now? You've GOTTA tell me.. come on," I begged. 

"No, I'm not telling," he answered. 

"*Please?* What do I have to do to get you to tell me?" 

"...suck my dick," he said in a way that if I was appalled, he could
pretend like he was joking. 

"You wouldn't tell me if I did," I said, jokingly. 

"Yes I would," he replied, seriously. 

I laughed a little. "Alright?" I then paused before I asked, "so is it
Ashley? Or Brittany? Or Julie?" 

"I'm not telling." 

"Why not?" 

"Because you won't..." he paused. 

"Who said I wouldn't?" I replied, with a sly grin. 

He seemed to think it over for awhile, trying to decide if I was being
serious or not. 

(A.N.: How convienient was it that we were at his house, all alone?
haha) 

"Come up here," he said as he led me upstairs. "Are you serious about
this?" 

"If it's the only way," I said, trying to be grim about it. I still
wasn't very sure if I'd go through with it or not. 

"Oh believe me," he said, grinning, "it IS the only way." He opened the
door to his room and allowed me to go in first. He followed me with his 
hand on the small of my back. I'd been in there before, so I flooped 
down onto his bed on my back. He sat on the edge looking uncomfortable. 
I leaned over and put my hand on his thigh. 

"Are *you* sure about this?" I questioned. 

"...yeah. Yeah, I'm sure." 

"Good," I said as I moved my hand further up his thigh. I then turned
his face towards mine and started kissing him. The kiss deepened and he 
laid back on his bed. I started kissing down his neck to his chest, and 
I slowly undressed him. He looked a little embarrassed, but then I 
kissed him again and his shame started to fade away. 

It was when he was moaning my name did I enjoy it most. And it was when
we both laid together on his bed afterwards that I felt so content. 

"So who was it?" I questioned lazily. 

"It was Britt. But not anymore." 

"Why not?" I asked. 

"'Cause I'm too deeply in love with you to pretend I like her." 

I knew it might not be true, that he only said that because I had 'done
him a favor', but for that moment that was all I wanted to believe. So 
I pushed all other thoughts from my mind until later and snuggled up 
against him in his bed. 

La fin. 

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Please don't yell at me for the stupid-ness of this story, like I said,
it was spur of the moment and it kind of came from a dream I had. =P 


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