My legs were wrapped around him as he carried me up the stairs. I did not even remember how we got to that position. While carrying me, his free hand was roaming my body. He opened his room door and dropped my body on the bed. I wanted to ask him if he was sure about this, I knew he never done this before; however, he did not give me a chance to ask. As his lips reunited with mine as soon as my body hit the mattress.
His lips left mine and traveled down my body. "Wait," I told him. He looked up at me raising his eyebrow.
"You okay?" He questioned me.
"Yeah," I answered him. "I know it is your first time so are you sure about this?" I asked him. "A lot of people end up regretting losing their virginity and I-" I shut up when I realize I was just rambling on. I regretted losing my virginity since it wasn't to anyone I cared about and I believe I was way too young to make that decision. I just did it because everyone else was doing it. He stayed silent for a while not answering my question.
"Yeah, I'm sure," he answered me. He then smiled and shook his head, I raised my eyebrow not understanding what was entertaining him so much. "It's just that I never thought about it that way," he said.
"Then, why didn't you have sex before?" I asked him.
He looked like he was thinking about it way too deep, "I don't know," he finally answered. "Why so many questions anyway?" He asked me.
"Just want to make sure it's something you want to do," I told him. "Something you won't regret after," I played with the blanket on the bed wrapping my finger around it and enjoying the texture.
"I want to do this and no I won't regret it. I am thinking straight," he said. He put this hand under my cheek bringing my eyes up to meet his green ones. I leaned over and smashed my lips on his, He wasted no time in kissing me back his tongue dominating. Without even breaking this kiss, his hands reached under my shirt playing my breasts. Maybe it was the fact, I hadn't had sex in a few months, his hands on my body felt wonderful. I moaned into his mouth, he pushed my body gently on my the bed and got on top of me.
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We both lay down on the bed out of breath, "that was um..." I paused taking a deep breath. "Wonderful," I said. I was unsure of how it would be since it was his first time, but he actually was very informed about it. He definitely gave me more pleasure than I was even expecting.
He didn't reply, he simply passed his hands through my hair and kissed my forehead. "Did you decide if you are going to go pro?" He asked me.
"Well, I think-" his phone ringing cut me from my conversation. I was glad that it did because I didn't know how to answer his question. He removed my head from his arm and reached for his phone.
"Sorry, I have to take this," he told me looking at the caller ID. I nodded my head, "hello," he said answering the phone. It was silent after him listening to what the other person was saying. "Yeah, I'll be there in a few," he said and hung up the phone after.
"Everything okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it's just my mom," he told me. "I am so sorry, we can talk later," he told me.
"No, it's fine," I told him. "I'll come with you," I suggested. I hadn't seen his mom since I left and I kind of liked his mom. She was always funny when she was thinking straight and not too worried about who she saw or heard.
"Um... you really don't have to," he told me. He got up from the bed and threw a shirt on. I watched as he walked into his closet. I got up and put my clothes back on also.
"I want to," I told him when he came back out in some jeans. He shook his head no, "please?" I asked him. I gave him my pouty face, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Fine," he finally agreed, "you can come, it's a hospital. I don't know why you want to come, if I could never see a hospital again, I would be happy," he said.
"What's wrong with hospitals?" I asked him. I have nothing against the place.
"I don't know, I just have bad memories there," he said. "We should get going," he told me. I exited the room walking down the stairs, I grabbed my phone where I had left it by the front door.
"We are not going to walk there, right?" I asked him. He didn't answer me but opened the front door. I followed him out to see what he would do. "Christopher James," I called him.
"We are driving," he answered, "and only because I'm in a rush," I huffed. The hospital is about two miles away, who in their sane mind would walk there. He opened the passenger door for me and after went to the driver's side. "You should make your mom give you a lesson on how the car pollutes the environment and thus affects our body."
"I think you just need to stop reading my moms' books," I told him. He laughed and started the car exiting the driveway. "So, what's up with your mom?" I asked him.
"The nurse just said something happened with her, she probably just had one of her episodes. Psych wards have a history of making people worse," he said shaking his head.
"Then why did you leave her there?" I questioned him.
"Because it was kind of court-ordered," he said, "the judge she had to stay for a week for observations," he said. "Anyways, please change the subject," he told me. "Did you enjoy your time with your dad?" He asked me.
"Father," I corrected him, "but yes," I replied to his question. "I actually might like him," I told him.
"Of course you do," he said, "he's your father."
"Doesn't mean anything, do you like your dad?" I questioned him.
"No, but I love him," he said. "The older I get, the less time we spend together, but trust me just enjoy your dad while you can," he put so much emphasis on the dad part. I did not bother correcting his use of the term. We reached the hospital and he parked the car.
We wasted no time getting into the hospital and getting visitor passes, we arrived at the floor his mom was and waited for the doctor to come up with more information. "You're right, this place is creepy," I told him. There were some patients walking around while holding on to some nurses. It made me feel pity for them even though I know I shouldn't. CJ nodded his head, "shit," I said when I felt one of my contacts move. I closed and opened my eyes, this hurt like hell.
"What's wrong?" He asked me.
"One of my contacts moved," I told him. I took my phone screen and took it out.
"That's why we wear glasses," he told me. I stuck my tongue out in a playful manner. "Let me help," he told me. He grabbed the small object from my hand, "you sure you don't want to just leave it," he asked me.
"I can't see," I told him.
"Okay, open up," he told me. I felt like a little kid, he carefully put it back into my eyelids. I closed my eyes, it was better. My eye was definitely red and watering now. "Do you see now?" He asked me. I opened my eyes and nodded my head. "It's a miracle," he said. We both laughed, we stayed silent after just staring at each other. "Thank you," he told me.
"For what?" I asked him. I should be thanking him for helping me.
"For reminding me that I am only eighteen," he answered me. I raised my eyebrows, I did not understand where he was getting at. "Just for getting me to go out, have fun, and enjoy it while I am young," I nodded my head.
"You are very much welcome, that is me, getting people to have fun since 2001," he chuckled.
He moved his hand near my face putting my poetic justice braids behind my ear. He held my cheeks up making me look at him. He bit his bottom lip, he leaned in to kiss me, "Mr. Wright," I heard his name being called. He pulled away quickly and turned around. It was the stupid doctor, they had a tendency of ruining people's lives. "How are you doing?" He asked as he stood in front of him. He moved his eyes to me, "hi," he said with a smile. I waved my hand saying hi to him also.
"Good," CJ answered him. "What's this about?" CJ asked him getting right to the point.
"Maybe we could go up to my office to talk," the doctor suggested. That didn't sound good, CJ stayed silent for a while.
"Just rip the bandage off," CJ replied.
"I am afraid I have some bad news," the doctor started off. "Um..." he paused the words unable to come out of his mouth. He turned and looked at me, from his facial expression, I could already tell this was more than bad news. "Your mom died."