Chapter 31

Georgina

“Do you ever listen to a song and think ‘Fuck! That is my life right now?’” AJ asks as we sway to the music, and I start to feel tingles in my bottom.

“Yeah,” I manage to whisper.

We stop moving, and he lifts my chin with his finger and thumb. I swallow dryly. “I think I was really ~really~ wrong about you.”

I lose myself in his deep brown eyes before my gaze quickly drops to his lips.

“I think I was really wrong about you, too,” he murmurs before he presses his lips to mine. The tingles turn into full-blown fireworks.

His lips are soft and move gently against mine. I slide my arms up and link my hands around his neck while he pulls me closer around my waist.

Our heads tilt as the kiss deepens, his tongue dancing with mine. Before too long, he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.

“Wow!” he breathes.

I can’t help the goofy grin on my face.

“Yeah. Wow!” I giggle. “If you’d told me at the beginning of the year that I’d be at a special prom at AJ fucking McGabe’s house, let alone kissing him? I’d kicked you in the throat!”

AJ leans his head back, loud laughter filling the cool night. He shakes his head, eyes locking with mine again.

“Same.” He smiles and leans forward to press his lips to mine once again.

We eventually move our make-out session inside to his couch. I’m straddling his lap, my dress barely covering my underwear.

It’s the only time I regret not having anything sexier than plain white cotton panties. His right hand is in my now-unraveled hair, his left sliding slowly up my exposed thigh.

He moves his kisses from my lips, down my neck, sucking and biting slightly, eliciting a moan from myself that I’d never heard before. A moan full of lust. I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Does this mean you’ll finally stop calling me ~AJ fucking McGabe~, and start calling me just AJ, or even Andy?” He pulls back slightly so he can see my face.

“I’ll consider it. If you stop calling me ~queen bitch,~ or ~ice queen.~”

“Deal.” AJ leans forward, capturing my lips again. It’s no wonder he has a reputation if this is how good he is at just kissing.

His fingers graze the edge of my panties, and I jerk back from him. He immediately moves his hand from my leg, eyes wide.

“I’m sorry! We can go at any speed you’re happy with. There’s absolutely no pressure from me.”

I bite my lower lip, embarrassed. “It’s not entirely the reason.”

“What is it? You can trust me, George.”

I think it was him calling me George that gave me the confidence. I take a deep breath.

“I’m embarrassed of my underwear.” I rush out, my cheeks ablaze. AJ just chuckles, running his fingers back up under my dress, lifting it slightly to expose them.

“The virginal white cotton underwear?”

I clamp my hands down in my lap, covering myself again, crush my eyelids together, and nod slowly.

I feel his breath on my cheek as he says lowly into my ear. “I think it’s ~so~ fucking sexy. I’ve thought about it lots since I first saw it in your bedroom that one time.”

He slowly lifts my hands out of the way and runs his fingers gently over the outside of my panties, tracing the outline of my lips through the cotton, applying a little more pressure when he reaches my clit.

I shiver in excitement. Just as his finger skirts under the material, the front door swings open.

“Hi, kids! Hope your prom was a roaring success.”

I jump off AJ’s lap like I’ve been shot, standing to attention.

He grabs one of the throw cushions, pulling it over his crotch before waving a hello to his mom, who thankfully doesn’t seem to notice that we were fooling around on her couch.

She sits and questions us about our evening for nearly an hour. How she doesn’t notice my bright red cheeks or AJ’s constant readjustment of his trousers, I really don’t know.

Finally, I am saved by a text from Jake saying he was outside in the limo to take me home.

AJ walks me out, placing a lingering chaste kiss on my lips before I open the car door to an over-excited Jake bouncing on the back seat.

“OMIGOD TELL ME EVERY-FUCKING-THING!”

***

The following weekend, AJ and I are sitting on my bed, choosing what to watch on Netflix, while Jake fusses about what to wear for his date with Layla.

After the sixth time of us telling him he looks great as he parades back and forth between our bedrooms, he finally settles on his original outfit.

He settles himself on the bed between the two of us, and I roll my eyes at AJ behind his back. AJ chuckles, trying to cover it up with a cough when Jake scowls at us.

“Oh, I see how it is now! I get my best friends to actually see that they are freaking ~perfect~ for each other, and then I get iced out. Fan-fucking-tastic!” he huffs, crossing his arms.

“Now Jakey, you know you’ll always be my number one guy.” I pull him into a hug. “But get out of my room right now because you are cockblocking me like a muthafucker.” I hiss into his ear.

He cracks up with laughter and retreats backward out the room with his hands held up in surrender.

AJ shuffles closer to me with a smile and puts his arm around my shoulders. Jake shouts out his goodbye up the stairs a few minutes later.

We settle back into watching a documentary on Bob Dylan.

We slowly shift on the bed until AJ is lying behind me, his back up against the wall, his one arm propping up his head and the other one draped over my waist.

My dad shouts up to me a while later that he and James are going out for a few drinks.

As soon as the front door slams shut, I’m suddenly acutely aware of the fact that we are alone in the house.

And even more aware of the fact that his hand is slowly sliding my top up so his thumb can trace small circles on my stomach.

His hand travels higher, and my back involuntarily arches, brushing my ass against the growing bulge in his jeans.

He leans forward and starts kissing my neck, moving his hand even higher until his thumb brushes over my bra. I let out a small gasp, and he pauses.

“You okay with this?” he murmurs.

I nod silently, my mouth too dry to respond. My body feels alive for the first time. It feels like electricity is pulsing from his touch onto my skin.

He places his lips back onto my neck, and I hum at the sensation.

He pulls my bra cup down under my breast and twists my nipple between his fingers, making me moan and grind against him. I feel his lips pull into a smile against my skin.

He slides his hand back down my body, slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of my shorts. His long fingers glide over my slick center.

“Let’s get these off, huh?” His voice is husky with desire. He quickly pops the buttons open and helps me shimmy them off, together with my panties.

He quickly slides his hand back between my legs, lifting one of them over his hip, opening me up. He pushes his fingers gently inside me. “Still okay?”

I think I nod, but the delectable sensation of his fingers filling me is overtaking my entire thought process.

I start to grind on his hand, and he responds with a steady come-hither motion inside of me. I feel an orgasm growing.

“I’m gonna…!” My head falls back onto his chest as my body pulses around him. “Oh God!”

I’m aware of him moving behind me and the rustling of clothes, and then I feel his hard length press against me.

He positions himself at my entrance and slowly pushes in. He pauses, both of us breathing hard, letting my body adjust to his size, and then starts slowly moving.

The tempo of his movements steadily increases. He grips my leg under the knee, lifting it higher as he pounds into me. I reach behind me, gripping his hair tightly.

“Oh god…Gina…!” He moves his fingers back to my mons, rubbing the special spot. His movements start to get sloppy as I feel another orgasm slowly build.

My body explodes around his cock, and I feel him still inside me.

“Fuck,” he whispers into my hair.

He slips out of me, and I feel empty without him there.

He slides out from behind me, and I watch him tie the end of the condom I’d not even noticed him slip on, chucking it in the bin as he walks out to the bathroom.

I roll onto my back, not able to keep the massive grin off my face. It may not have been my first time having sex, but it was my first time making love with someone who cared about being with me.

AJ pads back in and smiles down at my grinning face.

“You okay?” He offers me some toilet paper to clean up with.

“I’m fan-fucking-tastic!”