Susana

Back in my room, I picked up a book from the pile that Stephanie had gotten me. I started to read. The book opened up with a couple having sex. Immediately my pulse spiked. I closed the book and tried to calm my racing heart. Why would someone write about sex!?

I decided to continue reading for Stephanie. Word by word I slowly got redder and redder. “What you reading?” I screamed. If I died of heart failure or heart attack it would be the book and this person's fault. “N-n-nothing!” I stammered. It was Arthur. God, this man could be as sneaky as a cat at times. “Oh really?” Arthur was trustworthy. He wouldn't tell. “You caught me. I was reading a book my sister got me.”

“What's it about?” I shrugged. “Nothing special.” I lied. “It has to be special if you didn't hear me knocking and coming into your room. What is it?” “A book my sister got me. . . .She told me to study it.” “What are you studying then?” Arthur snatched the book from my hands and started reading it. Noooooo! “Do you want to?” I shook my head vigorously. “Then let's do something similar.” He bent down and kissed me lightly. I had never been kissed fully before.

I felt his tongue on my bottom lip. I gasped opening my mouth. Then I felt his tongue in my mouth. I started to feel the wave of pleasure start to build. “Wait. . . .Arthur. . .I. . .” Why couldn't I speak. I pulled away from him and tried to clear my head. Him kissing me felt so sensual. “Kiss me again.” I said frowning. Why didn't it feel this way when Timothy had kissed me?

Arthur bent down and kissed me again. The wave of pleasure came back with full force. I pulled away again. “Why does it feel that way? You're just kissing me it doesn't make sense.” I mumbled. I stared at his lips. Was that a magic power of his? “Why does it feel like what?” Arthur asked. “Why does it feel like you're doing something else to me?” “Like what?” Arthur asked. I blushed. “Like your doing what William did to me.” He grinned. “Because I'm a good kisser.”

He bent down and kissed me again. This time I didn't stop it. I liked the way he kissed me.