4.9.08

artists and other artful things

Bex was stalling again. She could feel it. Could she go through with it? One minute she was kissing him, feeling his warm skin next to hers as she could let him in. She would. Next moment she'd turned away from him on the pillows.

She felt his sweet fingers on her back, almost tickling yet soothing.

"We should talk about this?"

"Haven't we?" He sighed breathing in her ear.

"I want to know what you have done and haven't done?"

"Uh, where? When? At work? What do you mean?" He kept stroking her back, she sighed, biting her upper lip.

"I mean, I've only been with Dayton, And he pretty much doesn't even, you know-"

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Its not always good sex. Mostly not, because he just wants a certain kind of sex, and I don't think I could do that kind of sex with anyone but him." It was sad to think about it. She didn't want to explain anymore than she had, too.

"Oh." Oliver rolled back on his side of pillows then. "This sounds complicated. So what does that mean. Exactly?"

"Do I have to draw you a diagram?" She squinted hard.

"Oh." She could here the dread in his voice. "I can just say there was just one other person besides you." He sighed heavily as if she was asking for an insurance policy. "And it was a girl." He blurted then. "Ariel. She was eighteen. I was sixteen. And we had art together. We were friends, and well, she was fat. Not that fat, but everybody said she was fat. I guess she thought she'd never have sex with anyone. Or so she said. It happened on Prom after some drunk guy did his best to try to make out with me. I was really pissed. So maybe she was doing me the favor. And I hated it when they said that fat stuff about her because she was not just a fat girl in art class. She's an artist. And she's sexy. Like one of those the old masters used to paint. So yeah, it was art to me."

"What happened to her?"

"She moved to a commune with all these graphic artists, something like that, in Minnesota. I think she's into girls now." Oliver told her.

Bex smiled impishly.

"So do you miss her?"

"Not that much, anymore."

She rolled back to him and touched his chest. It felt like giving him a breath of life from his somberness. Her hand slid down his stomach and touched exactly where she wanted to start to begin with all along. He was hard. When her mouth touched the tip, he gave a slight gasp. It felt like a smile to Bex. Nothing had excited her more in a very long time. It was totally orgasmic. And that was definitely not on her mind when she was with Dayton.

6 comments:

Dapper Kid said...

Heating up much?! Lol.

em said...

yeah that would be awesome if they were in a movie together hey maybe they'd be in this if you made it into a script:)

sydneydoll said...

bex makes me think of gossip girl
when the girl was flirting with jenny/dans father

UmassSlytherin said...

omgomgomg!!!!! (drinks water)

hot! more soon please!!!! :)

autumn said...

lol @ UmassSlytherin's comment.

i just don't know what to say except that it's getting hot here though it's an airconditioned room. hahaha.

taffy. said...

that's why she and ollie are meant for each other.
DUH.