The library doors banged open as we entered arm and arm together. His arms around my shoulders as he kissed my lips. My lips curved up in a smile.

Kissing as we walked into the vast library, we landed onto the coach without a thought.

My arms wrapped around his neck as we sat.

And our kiss broke apart.

We smiled.

I breathed out a small giggle.

"How are you?" He asked, his voice soft and his eyes curious.

My closed mouth smile brightened.

"Good," I answered.

"Uh hu, anything else," he wondered as he watched me with distracted eyes.

I breathed out a chuckle.

"Well, um," I questioned as I bit my lips nervously, thinking of an answer,"This weekend I missed you," I said, shrugging my shoulders up and then down,"Oh, and I hung out with my friends," I told him.

He looked intranzed by my soft voice as he stared into my eyes for a moment before he leaned closer to me.

"I had a sleep-,"

His lips were on my neck, surprising me and I stopped talking as my breath went to a halt.

I chuckled, trying to calm down my breathing as it shaked out.

"Uh, um, over- sleep over," I said, continuing the conversation as his lips licked my neck, sending shivers down my skin.

"I uh, had -uh,"

I closed my eyes, trying to gulp down the pleasure of his now sucking lips, my body wanting to buckle at his concentrated lips.

"I-, uh,"

I chuckled nervously.

"Well, I had... Uh, pillow fight-." His 'hum' of an approval vibrated through my body, and I closed my eyes, my heart beat quickening.

"I uh-" My eyes shut tighter, hoping that would control the sudden urge to rock my body against his, and my pleasure to completely begin.

"What else happened?" he asked, his head still buried in the crock of my neck.

"I- uh-" I giggled at my stutters.

I stopped talking and turned his head away from my neck. Not waiting anymore, I kissed him. Our lips overlapping each other as I let the pleasure take over me for a moment, my hand grazed his jaw as his lips gulped the conversation away.

Our eyes closed as we took the moment in, only our lips present, the passion, the kiss, oh god. I wrapped my arms around him, shifting closer to him as he wrapped himself around me too.

I broke it apart.

Opening my eyes quickly, looking at his closed ones. The room dark, outside today is gloomy, so a gray light illuminates the room.

I chuckled lightly.

"I missed you," he hummed out. His words making me blush.

His eyes still closed, he reached back down to my neck and continued to kiss it.

I laughed.

No wonder he kept his eyes closed.

I could feel his lips curving in a small smile as he continued to kiss me up and down.

I shook my head lightly as I smiled.

"You know, that sex project?" I asked.

"Hmmm," he replied, continuing to do his work, waiting for me to talk.

My tongue covered my top lip as I thought of how to word this, my cheeks puffed as I smiled, a bit embarrassed.

"The teacher told me today that we need to get working on it," I said, questioning what his response would be, but he just continued staying in the crock of my neck.

"Maybe ... We could do it... At your house?"

He stopped kissing me and looked up at me.

Confused as to why he stopped, I looked back down at him, watching as he searched my eyes as if trying to see if I was serious or not. I began to search his eyes too.

He shook his head.

"No," he answered, simple as that, he turned back to my neck and buried his face into my body once more.

"No?" I mocked, questioning his response as my eyebrows scrunched down,"What do you mean?" I asked.

But he didn't answer as he stayed put in between my neck and shoulder.

"Andrew," I whined. He doesn't answer. "Andrew," I whine. No answer whatsoever. I was afraid I had to do this, but I began to shake my shoulder, causing his warm kisses to stop and he grumbled as he moved away. As if he was also frustrated that the kisses ended.

He groaned.

"What?" he whines, his lips pouting, his eyes looking tired.

I tilted my head to the side as I observed him.

I shook my head.

He sighed.

"Sorry, I just don't wanna go to my house," he answered and thought that it was the end of that and dipped down his head back to me.

I shook him off.

"Andrew," I warned, confused.

He groaned.

"Ugh." He rolled his eyes,"I'm sorry, I just don't... Wanna go to my house, you, know..." He sighs and then continues,"It's ... there are just always parties there," he says, groaning in frustration and sighing tiredly.

I stay quiet as I wait for him to continue, wanting to ask a question, but I can tell he wants to tell me more.

He hesitates.

"I- uh, ya," he stops short and shrugs, looking down,"my brother always has parties, with a bunch of his other college friends," he says, groaning, growing frustrated at just saying it.

"What about your parents, do they let him do it?" I ask.

"No, my parents are always traveling for work, so I'm left to take care of myself," he says.

I watch him as he shifts away and lays his head on my lap, looking tired.

"Oh, Andrew," I awe softly, petting his dark soft hair, letting the tips travel between my fingers. He releases a sigh.

"Okay, we'll go to my house and do it," I finally say, continuing to caress his head.

He peeks his head up, looking at me. His mouth curved into a smirk.

"Do it?" He questions, his eyebrow-raising.

I scoff, swatting him.

He just bumps his side against my belly, still lying on my lap.

"So, is that where you get your wild side from, all them parties?"

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Maybe. I used to be more party-like, but it was when I was younger and it started being a new thing, but I got bored of it quickly, so I just try to not go," he tells me.

"You did go to that one party though, the one Sally and I went to," I recall.

"Oh, ya," he recalls too,"oh...ya," he says, but more sad, realizing something.

"What?"

"Oh, well." He looks up at me as he lays his head on my lap. He looks like a little boy, my little boy, my little man.

I smile and pet his hair once more.

"Remember when I texted you the first time?"

"Ya?"

"Well...I," he chuckles as he thinks of it, stopping from continuing the story. He then looks up at me, stopping his small laugh, and I get lost in his eyes for a moment, forgetting what we're talking about.

I want to kiss him. His eyes relax and he smiles.
I feel a delicious shiver go through my body as I smile right back. Words are unsaid at this wonderful feeling I feel.

"I- uh, well," he decides to continue, "I wanted to invite you to the party,"

My eyes widen, in shock.

"Really?" I say, surprised mixed with absolute awe. He nods and my smile melts in delight, "Aww," I say, cupping my heart.

He rolls his eyes.

I look down at him with an amused grin.

He's beautiful.

Not waiting anymore, I dip my head down to his and peck his lips. His eyes close, relaxed as my lips part slowly away from him. His eyes flutter open. We look into each other's eyes for a moment longer until I kiss him again. Deeper this time as my lips push him down, making him sink into my lap.

As the kiss continues, his head moves up from my lap. I let him shift position as our lips stay attached.

He leads the way.

Now he's right in front of me, back to sitting.

His lips tangle with mine as it gets hotter, more messy, his hands cupping my checks.

Moaning as his tongue travels my lip as if savoring my moist touch, makes me wait for him to enter my mouth. Craving for more. He continues to kiss me, perfectly smooth, sitting in each other's arms until we both can no longer wait the temptation.

One last second of just a warm deep kiss, my breath catching in my throat, knowing something has shifted in the air, but he waits for a second, letting everything sink.

My breath hitches...

His top body falls onto the coach, making me cascate with him. Falling on top of his chest as he kisses me fully, making me ache for more, pulling me close.
His fingers exploring my body, traveling up and down my back, grasping my waist, makes me ache in pleasure.

He guides me onto him, so effortlessly, it's as if I'm not even here, I'm not in this library, in this school, in this stupid town, here in this world. I'm only with Andrew.

His body and his warm embrace keeping me close, he allows me to be explored and relaxed, I don't have to do anything. I let his warm hands find their way to my bare skin, underneath my shirt. How did they find there way there? I don't know? But I don't stop it, I curve up, letting his hands graze up and down my belly and waist.

Feeling hot underneath his touch, I don't find a need for this shirt anymore. I think he can sense it because he pulls it up, the shirt curling around my mid drift, he breaks the kiss.

Before I can register why, he flips me over, yelping as my back hits the couch now.

I giggle and his cold mouth hits my bare belly fast, feeling myself stretch in a shiver. Squirming as his pouty lips press down my stomach till they reach the bottom strap of my jeans. I gasp. Excited yet scared as I look down at him.

He smiles, looking at me, asking for some sort of permission.

I wanna say yes, my eyes brightening and my body asking for more, my chest rising with my breath but then I remember...
I plop up, my upper body rising, worry etched in my eyes.

His body shifts up too.

I shrug.

My mouth opens and then closes. I don't have an explanation why I wouldn't want more. I do want him to explore me further, but I'm scared. I've never done anything like this.

He smiles, his eyes sending me reassurance.

He moves closer to me, stalking back onto my body as I move down with him, hitting the couch's back once more.

His lips meet mine, dipping his head down.

He smiles.

Looking into my eyes once our kiss ends.

I feel beautiful in his eyes, holding me tight with his warm embrace.

My smile brightens.

He pecks my lips again.

"You don't have to be afraid," he resassures.

I look away shyly.

"You're beautiful, always, I love your beautiful gray eyes and you are...," He looks down my body, "Beautiful," he tells me, his voice warm and my body is delighted by his confession as it squirms a bit.

"Thank you," I say, blushing, "I- I just, It's not that I'm not wearing nice underwear, I mean, I'm wearing really nice underwear, they're pink and ... lacey,"

"Oh, really?" Andrew asks, smirky and looking smug, his eyes hooded in temptation.

I laugh.

"Yes,"

"Why you worried then?" he teases.

"It's just... I - uh." I cover my face in embarrassment, how do I tell him this?

"What?" He questions, "You can tell," he reassures me as he uncovers my hands from my eyes and looks at me, deep and curious. I feel comfortable once more. I sigh, deciding, I'll tell him.

"It's just that." I let out one last chuckle, "Okay, well, I don't shave... down there,"

His eyes widen in surprise before he begins laughing.

How do I react to that?

I'm not joking, I don't shave down there... Is he making fun of me?
Oh my, what if he is?
What if I've just been crazy, liking this boy when he really doesn't like me? What if he spits in my face and leaves?

I get worried for a moment, waiting for him to stop chuckling as I feel like sinking, caving into the pit of my stomach.

"You don't have to worry about that," he reassures me, chuckling and that stops all the unnecessary thoughts. Oh, my stupid thoughts.

I smile brightly, feeling warm inside once more and I look into his beautiful now fully green eyes.

He lets me feel so good inside, it's crazy. I hear a jazz song playing in my heart and I wait for him to dip his head down towards me. Slowly, his lips graze my nose and then travel to my lips, so slowly, it's like a song, it's so soft, it's like a feather. I smile and he breaks our lips apart. I can hear the jazz song fully filling me.

"I guess we'll work on the project at my house then," I suggest, remembering the conversation from before.

He chuckles and nods.

Our kiss begins again, our arms tangle around each other, kissing on this couch, full of colorful pillows.

I hear the song, so beautiful, kissing this beautiful boy... Andrew...

Not knowing what the song is called, or how it really goes, but I know it's beautiful.
Like him.