/Samantha/
I said this to the girl who was two years older than me when she had to start raising a grieving hormonal teenage brother. "I'm sorry about your Mom and Dad, but your sister sounds great for taking you on like that and still being a kid herself," I said, kind of in awe of this girl who had to start raising a grieving hormonal teenage brother.
"Jenifer is wonderful, and she actually works here; however, she won't be here tonight because she has the night off," he replied with a grin. I let out a sigh of relief because I hadn't planned on meeting his family on such an early stage in our relationship.
"And what exactly does your sister think about the fact that you are seeing a younger girl?" I asked while smirking because there is no way he has mentioned me to his sister. Have some fun watching him tell a fib and see what he comes up with.
Wow, ok, he actually seems like he's telling the truth; he must be a good liar. "Well, at first she thought I was crazy, but now she just said 'what will be, will be,' whatever that means," he remarked with a shrug. Wow, ok, he looks like he's telling the truth; he must be a good liar.
"Hey, guys, are we done here already?" the server requested to take away our unused dishes.
He inquired, "Can I get you some desserts or coffees?" as he approached the table. The eyes of Blake were on me.
"Jailbait?" he asked while tilting his head to the side and appearing adorable in the process.
I gave a friendly smile to the waiter and answered, "Umm, no thanks."
Blake asked, with a grin on his face, "Ok, just the bill, then please."
"You don't want a piece of desert, do you? I had the impression that all girls enjoyed sweets "He said this with a grimace when he was leaning over the table towards me.
I wiggled my eyebrows and responded, "No, I prefer sweets and popcorn," which caused him to laugh.
In the end, we made the decision to watch a comedy film, and he purchased some popcorn and candy for us. He wouldn't let me pay for anything, but he did suggest that I could pay the next time we went out, and then he winked at me and said that if I wanted to go out with him again,
I would have to pay. As we walked through a group of boys who were waiting for their screen to be cleaned while standing around the entryway, each of the boys turned their attention to me and began whistling and making cat calls. I could feel him tensing up next to me, and he reached over and grabbed my hand, moving me away from them to his other side of the room while simultaneously giving them death glares.
It made me chuckle. "Wow, do you like to be possessive?" I asked him while taking a handful of popcorn, but he just kept staring at them until we were standing in front of the entrance to our theater.
Once we were safely inside, he questioned us by asking, "So, where do you want to sit?"
"What? You wouldn't like to be seated in the back, would you?" I asked, feigning disbelief, and he laughed it off.
He spoke to me as he was holding my hand and said, "I would absolutely like to seat towards the back, I'm asking you where you want to sit." He then gently squeezed the hand that I was holding.
I let out a chuckle and pulled him closer to me. I gave him a grin and replied with a smile, "Let's aim for the middle back."
He let out a sigh. Following close behind me, he yelled out, "Jailbait, whatever you say."
I sat about three quarters of the way down, which was far enough away from the back so that he wouldn't have any crazy ideas. It's not that I didn't want to make out with him because I absolutely did. This date was actually going very well, and I was shocked by how lovely of a guy he was, at least up to this point in the evening.
I made an effort to keep in mind that he was just playing games, but it was difficult to do so when he was acting so nice. As soon as the movie began, he placed his arm over the back of my chair in an easy and casual manner, as if he thought nothing of it; in all honesty, it was a very sweet gesture. Because his hand was only a few centimeters away from my shoulder, I reached out and entangled my fingers with his, which caused him to pull his arm around my shoulder rather than sitting on the chair.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him gazing at me and smiling, but I pretended not to notice and instead focused on the television. The movie was entertaining, and it was nice that there were portions that had both of us laugh out loud at the same time.
After it was over, we took our time walking back to the car while holding hands. My feet were starting to hurt rather badly by this point, and I realized that I shouldn't have listened to Susan's advice. When I stopped to take the darn things off, he questioned my wellbeing by asking, "Are you okay?"
I groaned as I took off the other shoe and said, "Yeah, my shoes are killing me, they're new, I should have worn them in," as I removed the shoe.
He frowned and remarked, "You can't walk barefoot, there could be glass or anything," as he made the statement.
I had a good laugh "Oh my god, Blake! It won't be any problem at all "I referred to starting to walk once more.
"There's no way," he retorted as he turned around and crouched down in front of me.
"What are you doing at the moment? Do you want to look for glass?" I inquired while mockingly laughing at him,
He added, "I'm not letting you go without any shoes so I'll carry you," and I could almost hear him rolling his eyes at me. I sighed and thought, wow, this child is sweet!
As I threw my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist, I gave him fair warning by saying, "I'm heavy."
He couldn't help but laugh "Heavy? I don't think I'll have any problems with that at all "He said this while standing over me and putting his arms around my thighs. It was actually rather strange to have another person do something like that. I was so used to Henry doing it that even Blake's body felt a little off between my legs. Wow, here I am thinking about Henry again.
* * *
When we pulled into my driveway, he grinned and remarked happily, "There, I brought you home in plenty of time," while proudly looking at the clock on his dashboard, which showed that it was 11:15. I laughed.
"Well, thank you for tonight; I had a good time," I answered with a genuine smile.
"Me, too," he replied, flashing me a picture-perfect grin that revealed every one of his teeth. "I'll take you to your door," he said as he got out of the car and rushed over to my side to open the door. "I'll walk you to your door."
As I prepared to leave, he grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder, causing me to let out a small scream, but he just laughed it off and said, "Shh, you'll wake the neighbors, I don't want Henry to come and kick my ass," as he carried me up the steps to my porch and put me down gently. The next time we go out, he suggested, "Wear more comfortable shoes," indicating my heels, which I was holding in my palm.
"When will it be? Who told you that I want to hang out with you once more?" I inquired while I was still a little out of breath from being carried.
He gave me a grin and moved closer to me, his eyes darting down to my mouth as he did so. Oh my God, I think he's about to kiss me! He was slowly moving his head forward, giving me the opportunity to move if I wanted to, but I didn't. I didn't move. He made a small moaning sound before slowly pulling away from me with a sigh while looking at me with a smile on his face. It felt a little weird because of his piercing but it was still really nice.
His lips gently touched mine for a couple of seconds. Although it felt a little weird because of his piercing, it was still really nice. Oh my God, that was flawless, and it was so satisfying, yet it has unquestionably whetted my want for more. I swallowed hard and let out a small moan.
"Alright, so, how about tomorrow night?" Again displaying some signs of anxiety, he asked the question. Oh crap, I can't make it tomorrow, it's movie night on Wednesday.
I answered in a tone that was almost regretful, "Um, I can't I actually have plans with Henry tomorrow, it's kind of tradition we hang out on Wednesdays," but he simply shook his head without showing any expression. I said this while raising an eyebrow and adding, "I'm free Thursday."
The expression on his face lit up, and he replied with a beaming smile, "Ok, Thursday then, I'll pick you up at 7 again?"
"Sure," I smiled at him as I responded, noticing how content he appeared to be. Again, he inched forward, and just as his lips came close to brushing against mine, the front door opened, and he jumped away as soon as he could.
My mother was standing there wearing her dressing gown when she said, "Oh, I thought I heard voices."
I waved between them and said, "Hi Mom, uh Mom this is Blake, Blake my Mom Anika," as he smiled and extended his hand to shake hers. He then introduced himself as Blake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he remarked.
My mother smirked as she entered the house and remarked, "Mmm, you too," after examining him well. She then gave me a glance, arched her eyebrows, and then went inside.
"Okay, that was embarrassing," I said with a smile on my face.
He laughed and said, in a mocking tone, "Yeah, I must go going, you've got school tomorrow." He was making fun of the fact that I was older than he was.
I smiled and turned to go inside while saying, "Ha ha, go on then, I'll see you Thursday."
When I turned around to gaze at his stunning face, he grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Can't wait, sleep well," he said as he winked and walked away. I couldn't stop myself; I had to look at his privates one again. Holy cow, he had a very great set!
As soon as I shut the door, there she was, as I knew she would be, "Oh my gosh, he is so lovely!" my mother said, fanning her face and looking at my father with wide eyes.
It made me chuckle. "Make sure James doesn't overhear you saying that!" I made a joke as I was looking for him.
She continued to giggle as she explained, "Oh, he already told me he was nice looking, and he sent me out there so I could get a look."
I uttered a groan "Do you really believe that? You were supposed to meet with a ripped dude, right?" I responded by shaking my head at him and commenting that he is a really funny man.
She only laughed once more and asked, "Despite the piercings, he looks like a decent boy. How was your evening?" She questioned while glancing at me from head to toe.
I shrugged and responded, "Yeah, actually I did, and he seems like a lovely person from what I've seen of him so far."
She added while biting the inside of her lip, "So you're going out with him again on Thursday."
"Have you been paying attention?" I bawled my eyes out while rolling them at her.
"I wasn't paying attention, so all I heard was what you said; how did the kiss go? How was it, overall? Did the piercing cause any discomfort? "she inquired. I just burst out laughing because my mom is so awesome.
I gave my mother a quick peck on the cheek and then said, "It was really pleasant, now if you'll excuse me I think I'm going to go to bed," before heading up the stairs.
When I got about halfway up the stairs, she yelled out, "Samantha?"
As I turned around, I said something like, "Mmm."
"I know he's older than you and therefore probably more experienced, but that doesn't mean you have to rush into anything, but if you do want to decide to take things further please be safe, and if you need to talk to me about anything you know you can right?" "I know he's older than you and therefore probably more experienced, but that doesn't mean you have to rush into anything." She inquired while gazing adoringly at me, and I responded with a grin to indicate that, indeed, my mother is exceptional.
I smiled and said, "I know that, Mom, and thanks," before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. I was unable to fall asleep for a long time because my mind kept going back to our kiss and how badly I wanted to kiss him again. Suddenly, my phone started beeping, and I read the message that was waiting for me:
"I had a wonderful and enjoyable time. You're very welcome, and I can't wait until Thursday. Have a peaceful sleep, Jailbait!
I gave a contented grin before finally dozing off with one on my face as I went off to sleep.