Snapshot of the Life of a Dork
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Chapter 6
WARNING: There is sexual content in this chapter. If you're under 17, I suggest you stop reading. If you choose to ignore this warning and read this anyway, don't email me complaining.
Twenty minutes later, Casey’s still not here, and I’m starting to get worried. Did he fall out his window and break his neck or something?
Zeke offers to go out looking for him, and despite him being in no condition to drive, I agree. Fortunately, he only makes it to the driveway before he spots Casey heading down the street. From my vantage point inside the house, I can see him wave. Oh thank god.
I wonder how badly my mom will kill me if I don’t come home tonight?
Maybe I should call her. . . It’s not like I haven’t spent the night at Zeke’s before. . .
And then I’m distracted by Zeke and Casey entering the basement. I immediately pounce on Casey, throwing my arms around him and kissing him.
“You came!” I exclaim, kissing him again. Mmm. . .he kisses so nice.
“How could I not?” he responds when the kiss ends, his eyes wide and guileless. “My parents are going to kill me tomorrow, but whatever. I got out, butre’sre’s no way I can get back in.”
“I’m gonna crash upstairs.” Zeke announces, then rubs his eyes. “I’m baked. Night guys. Make all the noise you want. I won’t hear it.”
He heads back upstairs. Casey doesn’t look too sure how to take that.
I smile adoringly at Casey. “Yeah, my mom will probably kill me too, but I don’t care. You’re worth it.”
“So. . .wishes really do come true.” I whisper, running my hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “You wished you could see me and here I am. So what’re you going to do with me?”
He kisses me in response. Good answer. Pretty soon, we’re full-on snogging on the couch, and he’s got his hands under my shirt, squeezing my breasts. It’s so different when another person touches them. Oh god this is really happening.
I moan softly, arching into his hands as I run my hands down his back and slide them under his shirt. I want him naked. I want to feel his skin against mine.
And yet I want to savor this. I want to go slow.
Well. . .getting just his shirt off is going slow. . .right?
I bunch the edge of his shirt up in my hands, dragging it up his body. I’ve always wondered what he’d looked like shirtless.
He sighs into my mouth and starts inching my shirt up my sides. For a moment, my breath catches in my throat from the overwhelming excitement. I feel like I’m going to explode, but in a good way!
He kisses hastily along my jaw, towards my neck. I can hear his breath, loud and urgent in my ear, and my own responds, escaping in a rush.
“Casey.” I whisper.
I’m really nervous. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know I want to touch him and be touched by him.
“I love you.” I breath, my hands shaking a little as I pull his shirt up over his head and toss it aside. “I want you so much.”
“I love you too.” he breathes urgently, then struggles to get my shirt over my head. As he does, I become aware of a hard swelling pressing against my stomach. That’s. . . wow, is that what they feel like?! Does it hurt?!
I gulp nervously. And he’s going to put that. . .where exactly? And it’s supposed to feel good? What?
“Whoa, okay.” I say, licking my lips as I smile up at him shyly.
“Too fast?” he asks, recoiling a little, looking worried. “We can stop.”
“No!” I say, shaking my head. “I just. . .I’ve never. . . Well, I don’t know exactly what I was expecting, but, uh, you’re. . .wow.”
“I. . .I don’t know what to do, Casey.” I whisper.
“As long as it doesn’t involve nails or teeth, I’m pretty much okay with anything.” he responds stupidly. He pauses for a moment, then adds, “And even nails and teeth work in certain circumstances.”
“Oh.” I say, blushing. “Okay.”
I kiss him again, running my hands through his hair. Kissing I can handle. I don’t feel stupid kissing.
His hands explore my back for a bit, but eventually gravitate back to my chest. I have to admit, it surprises me: I thought he’d be a lot more shy. So either he’s a lot more confident than I thought or he just can’t help himself. I’m not sure which option I like better.
I open my eyes and watch him as we kiss. He looks absolutely amazing. His eyes are closed, and there’s something about his expression that makes me think he’s acting on instinct instead of actual thought. It’s flattering and it’s sexy. Casey’s sexy. And probably no one knows that but me.
And probably Delilah. Argh.
I shall claw her eyes out the next time I see her. Just for even daring to touch my baby.
Yep. I’m doomed.
I slide my hands over his back, just enjoying the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips. I am actually kissing Casey. On Zeke’s couch, but hey, that can’t be helped. Actually, as long as I’m with Casey, I don’t care where we are.
. . .
Well, okay, maybe not in public. . .
I decide to be brave and brush my tongue over Casey’s lips, one hand sliding down to rest on his butt.
His eyes open, and they’re curious. There’s a darkness to them now that I haven’t seen before. But I like it. Hello do I like it.
“That feels good.” he whispers, as if not daring to speak any louder. “But, um, it’s making my pants really tight.”
“Well, we’ll just have to fix that problem, won’t we?” I say, grinning.
I move my hand around to the front of his pants, and my mouth goes dry as I feel his hardness. Oh. My.
I lick my lips nervously, fumbling with the button of his jeans.
He moves to help me, and our hands get kind of tangled up together. I feel like an idiot, but it’s thrilling.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll let you do it.” he says, then leans back against the couch, closes his eyes, and swallows hard.
I grin, feeling nervous as I unbutton his jeans and then slowly pull down the zipper. I lick my lips, my breath coming out in shallow gasps. I watch Casey’s face as I start to tug his pants downward.
“God, you’re so. . .beautiful.” I whisper.
His eyes open.
“I’m what?” he asks, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Beautiful.” I repeat, blushing. “Handsome. Incredibly sexy.”
My mouth goes dry atug tug off his pants, leaving him clad only in his underwear. I gulp as I tug off his underwear and let them drop to the floor.
“Whoa.” I breath, staring at him in awe.
“What?” he asks, his eyes widening. He squirms self-consciously. “I’m pale and skinny. I know.”
“No, you’re not.” I say, shaking my head. “I think you’re beautiful, Casey.”
I lick my lips again, tentatively reaching out to brush my hand over his erection. My eyes watch his face for any kind of reaction.
I get a reaction, all right. Wow, that’s neat! His eyes rolled back in his head a little.
“Oh god Morgana.” he breathes.
I grin, my confidence boosted. “Do you like that?” I say as I wrap my hand loosely around his erection.
Wow. . .he looks really hot right now. . .
He nods emphatically, seeming incapable of speaking for the moment.
“Wearing. . .too much.” he eventually manages. I assume he’s referring to me, since he’s not wearing anything.
I grin, reluctantly pulling my hand away and leaning back. “Wanna help me fix that?”
His eyes fly open, and he nods eagerly. He looks me over, his expression hungry. It makes me feel self-conscious, and yet I like the attention.
I shiver under the intensity of his gaze, my breath coming out in short gasps. I feel an electrical charge run through me as his hands smooth over my shoulders and around my back to unclasp my bra.
I gulp nervously as he pulls off my bra. He throws it aside and then just stares at me, his eyes darkening.
“What?” I ask shyly, my arms subconsciously moving to cross over my chest to hide my breasts from his eyes.
“Come here.” he says, reaching toward me. He’s actually looking me in the eyes now that I’ve covered up, even though they keep drifting occasionally downward.
I move closer to him, smiling shyly at him. I can’t help but wonder how I compare to Delilah. . .
Ugh, I really don’t want to know.
“Morgana, come on, let me see.” he insists, a little frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m naked here.”
He blushes then. The red tint travels down his chest as well as his face.
“Okay.” I say, blushing as I let my arms drop to my sides. I can’t help but feel self-conscious as I feel his eyes roam over me.
“I’m no Delilah.” I mutter softly. I wince. I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
“Yeah, you’re way better.” he responds with a bit of a lecherous grin. “All your parts are real, right?”
I grin, nodding. “Oh yeah.” I say. “They’re real. Wanna see for yourself?”
He nods again. I giggle in spite of myself. He’s so cute.
“Well. . .don’t just look,” I say, reaching for his hand, “touch. Please.”
I gaze into his eyes as I place his hand on my breast. Mmm, that feels. . .nice. Very nice.
“Casey.” I breathe.
He gasps and looks like he’s fighting with himself for a moment.
“Wow, that’s so much better than ones that feel like footballs.” he says as his thumb grazes my nipple.
I gasp, shivering. “Oh god, Casey.” I whisper. “That feels good.”
Wow. . .that feels much better when somebody else does it.
“Delilah who?” he says, then grins impishly, his confidence growing. “You’re beautiful, Morgana. I love you.”
He leans in, and we’re kissing again.
I like kissing, and Casey’s hand on my breast is seriously turning me on. I moan softly against his mouth and slide my hands down to the waistband of my pants. I’m wearing too many clothes. I want to be naked. I want to feel my skin against Casey’s.
I’m trying to kiss Casey and fumwithwith my pants. It ain’t easy to do, believe me.
Casey lowers himself down to suck on my nipples, but before I can actually enjoy it, my fumbling with my remaining clothes causes me to elbow him in the face and knock him off the couch.
Oh my god I’m such a loser.
“Oh god, Casey, I’m so sorry!” I cry, looking down at him. I’m completely embarrassed. “Are you okay?”
On the plus side. . .I’m no longer so distracted I can’t even unbutton my own pants.
Casey groans, pressing his hand against his right cheekbone. He nods, then starts laughing.
I look confused. “What’s so funny?” I ask, trying not to feel hurt. He isn’t laughing at me, is he?
“I’m such a spaz!” he exclaims through the giggles.
I grin. “Ah, but you’re my spaz. And a sexy spaz too.”
I quickly wriggle out of my pants and underwear, then join him on the floor as I lean in to kiss him.
“You really think I’m sexy?” he says quickly between kisses. Our bodies quickly press together, seeking warmth on the cold floor. At least the air down here is clear.
“Of course.” I whisper, shivering. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think it, Casey.”
I mimic his earlier movements, kissing along his jaw and down his neck. Oh god, the feel of his body against mine. . .fucking heaven, man.
. . .
No pun intended.
“I’ve had dreams about this.” he says softly, sighing as my lips touch his neck. His eyes close again, and he tilts his head to give me better access.
“Me too.” I mumble against his neck. I thoroughly explore his neck, sucking and kissing. My hands slide down his chest, my thumbs brushing against his nipples.
God, I want him so much.
“Oh god that feels great!” he exclaims, more loudly than he probably expected. His hands are roaming through my hair and down my back. His hips start grinding against mine, his throbbing erection pressing into my pelvis. It hurts a little, but the ache feels like it’s inside me.
I decide I like his response and move my thumbs back over his nipples again as I kiss the juncture of his neck and shoulder. I shiver, gasping softly.
“Tell me what to do, Casey.” I whisper. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Let me go down on you.” he breathes immediately.
“What?” I say, blinking. “Um. . .okay, sure.”
“Um, okay.” he responds with a lopsided grin. “Um, do you want to get back up on the couch? It’s probably more comfortable.”
“Okay, sure.” I say, smiling nervously. I ease back up onto the couch, laying back. I feel exposed and self-conscious. I shouldn’t. This is Casey. The man of my dreams. The guy I’ve waited for all my life.
He slides up onto the couch and wraps his arms around my thighs. Unfortunately, there isn’t quite enough room on the couch, so he ends up draped over the arm of it, his cute little tush sticking up in the air. I only have a moment to enjoy that, however, before his tongue parts my folds, causing every muscle in my core to tense. Holy shit!
“Oh my god, Casey!” I gasp, mes wes widening. “Oh god, that feels good.”
Okay, so I can understand why some girls are sluts. This is. . .wow.
He giggles, and finds my clit. That didn’t take long. Wow, it seems he’s pretty good at this WAHOOYOW yeah he’s good!
“Oh fuck ohhh Casey oh god!”oan oan loudly, my eyes rolling into bac back of my head. Fuck me! This is what I’ve been missing?
Shit, I hope Zeke was serious about not being able to hear us. . .
I can feel this pressure starting to build up inside of me and I moan, my hips instinctively lifting off the couch in slow thrusts.
My cries only seem to make him more eager, and the sensations intensify. My legs begin to tremble.
Then I feel something slide inside me. I think it’s his finger. I mean, what else could it be? Oh god I can’t think straight. Whatever it is, it’s invasive, but it’s not unpleasant. Just. . .new.
“Oh god. . .Case.” I gasp, my hips rocking faster. Fuck, it’s getting hot in here. Or maybe that’s just me. I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust any second. It’s a heady sensation.
I want to feel his mouth on my breasts again. I really hadn’t gotten a chance to truly enjoy that earlier before I’d knocked him off the couch.
I seem to be having trouble articulating anything longer than a syllable though. I don’t suppose Casey reads minds. . .
My body shudders as he explores my insides, even as his tongue continues making my insides coil. Sure, I’ve gotten myself off. Showers have become increasingly more private time. But this is so much more intense. It’s not just my body that’s getting off here. It’s being joined with someone. Someone very, very special.
The pressure within me is growing as I moan and writhe on the couch. “Casey.” I gasp loudly, arching my back as I place my hand on the back of his head. “Oh god, Casey, yes!”
Suddenly everything inside of me builds to a crescendo and then snaps. I cry out, not really caring if Zeke hears me or even if the neighbors do. All that matter is Casey and what he’s done e.
e.
I’m no longer in control of my body as I ride out my orgasm, screaming Casey’s name. Oh HELL yeah! I am floating, I am flying, I am in heaven.
And then I crash back down to Earth, panting heavily. “Wow.” is all I can say as I blink, in a daze.
Casey wriggles to a crouched position between my knees and wipes at his face. He’s looking at me expectantly. What? Like he doesn’t know that was amazing?
“Wow.” I repeat, still breathless. “That was amazing, Casey.”
There, just in case he, in fact, did not know that was amazing.
I gaze up at him, smiling. “I love you. And not because you just gave me the best orgasm of my life.”
“I love you too.” he says, then kisses the inside of each of my thighs. It tingles a little, since my entire body is totally overstimulated, but it’s nice.
“Mmm.” I mumbled, smiling. I feel content. I’ve never felt this content in my life. My eyes start to droop closed, I’m so relaxed.
And then they pop open and I stare at Casey curiously. “What about you?”
“Um, that’s totally up to you.” he insists, his eyes widening. It’s obvious he wants something, but he’s too sweet to say anything.
I smile, nodding. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Tell me what to do, Casey.”
“You actually don’t have to do that much.” he says. “It’s pretty easy. Um, wait here. I have to get something.”
He gets unsteadily to his feet, locates his backpack, and starts going through it.
“Okay.” I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him curiously. What’s he looking for?
And then it dawns on me. Oh duh, a condom.
He finally finds it. . .well, them. God, how many did he bring? He pulls one free, and pulls the package open as he hurries back toward me.
“You’re sure about this.” he confirms. His eyes, however, are begging me not to say no.
“Yes, absolutely.” I say, nodding. Okay, so the nervousness is back. I mean, his finger is one thing. . .but, um, his. . .yeah. . .is a LOT bigger.
But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this. . .I’m just. . .nervous.
“Okay. Good.” he says, then strokes himself a little to get himself a little harder before rolling the condom on. For some reason, watching him do that turns me on, even though I’m still bleary.
I tell myself to relax. That’ll probably make it hurt less.
I smile at him, focusing on how handsome he is and how much I love him.
“I’ll go slow. I promise. say says, then slides on top of me, kissing me almost roughly. His erection rubs against my crotch, and the latex tugs a little at the hair down there. Hmm, maybe that’s why girls in porn shave.
I moan, a little startled by the roughness of his kiss, but it’s not so bad. I return the kiss with eagerness, losing myself in the sensation. The less I think about his erection and where he plans to put the the more relaxed I will be.
Oh shit, I just thought about it, didn’t I?
I deepen the kiss, prodding Casey’s lips with my tongue.
His tongue darts across my lips and plunges into my mouth. Whoa, someone’s eager. Scary eager. Somehow I don’t think he was like this with Delilah.
Or maybe he was. Maybe that’s why she was always hanging off him. Thank god that’s over.
I moan softly as I rub my tongue against his. I’m getting used to the whole tongue-in-mouth thing. It’s not so icky now. I run my hands down his back, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. He has smooth skin. I love his skin. I love him.
I’m starting to relax, one hand drifting down to the small of his back as the other slides up to the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair. Okay, I can get used to this.
He shifts his hips, and his penis slips between my legs, rubbing against my now very wet folds. Wow, okay, that feels really good.
I moan as I rub against his penis. Ohhh yes, that, yeah, whoo, nice. Okay, I think I’m ready for the next step.
I moan encouragingly as I shift my hips. Pleeeeeeeeease Casey!
“You okay?” he asks, breathing on my neck. Okay, so the intention of that moaning wasn't obvious.
I shiver, nodding. “Yes.” I gasp. “Casey, I want you inside me. Please.”
He starts to make sure I’m sure again, then I guess he decides he doesn’t want to know, because the next thing I know, he’s putting, um, it, in me. Just a little, but whoa. Whoa. That’s a lot more than a finger.
I try to breathe steadily, try to relax. It’s. . .an uncomfortable feeling.
After a few moments of letting my body adjust, I smile at Casey, nodding. “I’m okay.” I say.
He smiles back, then slowly, very slowly, enters me, and I feel like a bit of a loser, because I keep making him stop so I can get used to being basically cored like an apple. Things were so hot up until this point, and now they’re weird. And he’s used to hot nympho cheerleader sex! Shit!
Although he doesn’t seem to be complaining. In fact, he’s got a weird content look on his face. Weirdo.
Finally he completely stops moving and I hear him say, “Morgaine, you’re so beautiful.”
I open my eyes -- I’d closed them in an attempt to calm myself -- and smile shyly at him. “Thank you.” I say.
Then I blink, realizing that I feel very. . .full. My eyes widen in surprise. “Holy shit, you’re inside me.” I whisper.
God, could I possibly sound like even MORE of an idiot?
I look at him curiously. Okay, so it feels a little weird, but nothing spectacular. I can understand girls becoming sluts over the ‘going down’ thing, but what’s so special about this?
He smiles at me, and nods, blinking a few times.
“Yeah.” he says, then moves in to whisper in my ear. Oooh, okay, he’s suckingearlearlobe first. That’s good. I like that.
Wow, okay, so far I’m thinking that everything leading up to sex is for the girl, and the actual sex is for the guy. I can handle that.
“You feel incredible.” he whispers. Something about his voice makes me shiver pleasantly. Okay, I can TOTALLY handle more of that. Damn he’s good.
“Casey.” I whisper as I run my fingers through his hair. I’m trying to think of something to say that isn’t cheesy, something that doesn’t sound corny.
I finally decide on “I love you.” I know, I know, I’ve probably said it a hundred times already, but I can’t help it. It’s true. I love him so much.
“Yeah.” he says again, his breath warm on my ear. “I love you too. I guess in a way, this is a first for both of us.”
I look at him curiously. Huh? Had I just imagined he’d fucked Delilah?
“Ohhhh, because you’re actually having sex with somebody that you love.” I realize, grinning shyly.
Okay, too much talking.
I lick my lips, wriggling beneath him experimentally. Whoa, okay, that feels kind of neat.
“Right. Ally lly making love.” he responds, shifting in response to the wriggling. He slides out of me a little and back in as he does. Uh. Okay, yeah, that’s kind of nice.
“Am I talking too much?” he asks then. Wow, he can read my mind now! Cool!
I smile, nodding. “Yeah, a little. But then so am I.”
I slide my hand down his back, kissing his neck. “Make love to me, Casey.” I whisper against his skin. “Please.”
He nods and brushes a lock of hair out of my face that was theninening to go into my eye. Then his hips start moving slowly. Every time he pulls out, it’s like my body doesn’t want to let him go. And while I can feel him inside me, it’s the intense things going through my mind that I’m more aware of. Sure, it’s a hastily thrown together encounter, on Zeke’s couch in a room that reeks like pot, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s the greatest night of my life.
“Oh god, Casey.” I moan breathlessly as my fingers curl around his shoulders. “That. . .feels good.”
I gaze into his eyes, my breath coming out in gasps as my hips rise to meet his thrusts. Okay, I’m starting to understand what exactly ‘lovemaking’ refers to. It’s not just the physical act, it’s something more. I see, written in Casey’s eyes, a passion that I’ve never seen before. I can see how much he loves me.
He takes one of my hands and laces our fingers together, watching me as if I’m going to disappear at any moment. I can tell he’s fighting the urge to close his eyes though. His lids keep trying to slide shut.
“Beautiful.” I whisper. I kiss along his jaw line and down his neck, my free hand sliding down to rest in the small of his back.
And all mine. After so long, he is finally mine.