{"id":773,"date":"2014-04-10T21:38:21","date_gmt":"2014-04-10T21:38:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jenfrederick.com\/?p=773"},"modified":"2014-04-10T21:38:21","modified_gmt":"2014-04-10T21:38:21","slug":"charlotte-chronicles-xxiv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jenfrederick.com\/test\/charlotte-chronicles-xxiv\/","title":{"rendered":"Charlotte Chronicles XXIV"},"content":{"rendered":"

Charlotte<\/em>

\u201cI\u2019m going to sleep here tonight,\u201d I whisper to Nathan as he and his brother and two other random people on the internet work together to kill enemies on their internet screen. He pauses the game and whips off his VR glasses.<\/span>

\u201cHey,\u201d Nick objects but cuts himself off when he sees Nate\u2019s look. Nick says something in his microphone and pushes out of his chair. \u201cI\u2019m going to piss.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

Nate waves him off. When the door to the game room closes, he turns to me. \u201cHow did you get the okay for that?”\u00a0<\/span>

“I ate an entire sandwich today.”<\/span>

\u201cIs this code?”<\/span>

I reach for the hair on the nape of his neck and feel him shiver against me. “I told my dad you were responsible for my increased appetite.”<\/span>
“You didn\u2019t,\u201d he groans but his head dips down in an unspoken gesture for me to pet more of his head.\u00a0<\/span>

Taking advantage of Nick\u2019s absence, I straddle Nathan\u2019s lap ostensibly so I can get a better angle for the head scratching but really I want his body next to mine. He\u2019s so warm all the time. I love it. It\u2019s like having my own personal heater. His hands drop to my hips and pulls me closer until the centers of bodies are flush against each other and this contact heats me up in a completely different way\u2014from the inside out. I start to rub against him, drawing on the memories of our interaction last night. He made me feel amazing and I want to replicate those emotions over and over and over. As many times as I can.\u00a0<\/span>

He groans and tightens his hold on my hips but doesn\u2019t push me away. I tug on the hair at his nape and his face falls back obediently. When I kiss him, his lips are firm and soft and those remind me of that hard length that is pushing insistently against me. We kiss for a long time. They are lazy kisses. The types of kisses you exchange when you have all the time in the world, sitting on the beach or laying on a blanket at a concert in the park. They\u2019re kisses that shut out the whole word so that it\u2019s just you and him and everything on the periphery is a beautiful blur like an Impressionist painting.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cI need to tell you something,\u201d he says finally pulling away from me. I don\u2019t want to stop and follow him as he draws back. Talking isn\u2019t half as interesting as licking his tongue or having him give me tiny bites along my lower lip.\u00a0<\/span>

I know what it is that he wants to tell me but I don\u2019t really care about that nonsense but he isn\u2019t deterred and pushes me back. With a serious face on, he holds me an arms width away. \u201cCharlotte.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cI already know.\u201d I say and when at his surprise, his grip weakens and I dive in for another kiss.\u00a0<\/span>

Nathan dodges me and I end up with my lips on his ear. Fine. I haven\u2019t spent much time here. I wiggle closer and run my tongue along the outer edge and down to his lobe. As I suck, he moans and his fingers clench on my butt.\u00a0Ohh<\/em>\u00a0he likes it there so much. I smile to myself and store this knowledge away. He\u2019s not able to speak until I pause to switch sides.<\/span>

\u201cWait,\u201d he pants out. \u201cI have to\u2014”<\/span>

\u201cThat everyone at school thinks I\u2019m pregnant because they know we\u2019re having sex?\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

He tenses and then let\u2019s out a breath, like he\u2019s relieved. \u201cYeah. Who told you?\u201d<\/span>

\u201cGreta texted me. Are you the father?”<\/span>

“Who else?\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

“Would you like that?”<\/span>

“Yes.\u201d \u00a0There\u2019s not a moment of hesitation and it fills me with so much joy that we\u2019d have a family together someday. I can picture us now, taking our kid down to Navy Pier for the first time and riding the carousel.\u00a0<\/span>

“But not now.\u201d I tease him.\u00a0<\/span>

He smirks and presses his lips against the base of my throat which sends a bolt right between my legs. I tip my neck back to give him greater access. \u00a0“How many will we have?”<\/span>

“Two? Ten? I don\u2019t care,\u201d he murmurs against the soft vulnerable skin of my throat.\u00a0<\/span>

“Two. I’m the one having them.”<\/span>

“Good for me.\u201d He swings me up in his arms. \u201cLet\u2019s go practice.\u201d<\/span>

I fasten my mouth to his, licking the inside of his mouth so thoroughly I could recreate it from memory. His response is to pick me up and carry me across the hall. The sound of his kicking the door shut no doubt declaring exactly what we\u2019re doing inside his bedroom.\u00a0<\/span>

Alone, we become frenzied. I\u2019m pulling his t-shirt off and he\u2019s got his hands at the buttons of my blouse. Somehow I find myself on my knees before him, pulling his jeans down. His erection is right at my face and it occurs to me that I\u2019ve never done this before. I\u2019ve never\u00a0wanted<\/em>\u00a0to do this before but now, as his shorts jut out in front of me, it\u2019s irresistible.\u00a0Saliva pools under my tongue. Slowly I slide my hands up his thighs, the light coarse hair unfamiliar under my hands. I didn\u2019t get to touch him enough last night. Above the waistband of his shorts, I see his abdomen contract. The surrounding air is thin as if Nathan has sucked it all inside him.<\/span>

My fingers stop at the bottom of his boxer briefs and he rocks back slightly on his heels.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cDo you want me to?\u201d I ask looking up at him through my lashes. His face is shows strain and his eyes glitter in the afternoon light.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cOnly if you want to,\u201d he answers hoarsely. At his side, his fingers are clenched like he wants to reach for me but is holding himself back.<\/span>

\u201cYou\u2019ll have to tell me what to do.\u201d I slip my fingers over his shorts. There\u2019s a wet spot where it looks like the tip of his head is and it\u2019s got me all kinds of curious. Grabbing his waistband, I pull down until his dick is released. It pops out and points straight up. There\u2019s a drop of liquid on the end which grows larger as I stare. In fact, I think his penis is also grower larger or maybe from this angle, so close up, it looks huge. I dab my finger on the fluid and suck it off.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cSalty,\u201d I say. \u201cNot bad.\u201d<\/span>

\u201cShit, Charlotte,\u201d he groans. \u201cYou\u2019re killing me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

I shrug. \u201cI\u2019m just surprised. Other girls say it\u2019s gross.\u201d<\/span>

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to do this.\u201d But his actions say that he wants it bad. He\u2019s nearly trembling with the effort to not grab my head between his hands. Despite the fact that I\u2019m on my knees, I realize I have so much power over Nathan right now. Like he\u2019d do anything I\u2019d ask of him.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cI want to.\u201d I stroke my finger over the dark red tip. It\u2019s velvety soft. \u201cI can\u2019t stick the whole thing in my mouth though.\u201d There\u2019s a big vein on the top and I trace that from the top to the root. His dick bobs as if it is almost sentient, seeking more of my touch.\u00a0<\/span>

With a choked laugh, he grabs the base and wraps a big fist around it. \u201cSlide your lips down to the top of my hand.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cWhere do I put my hands?\u201d I ask wishing it was my hand around the base.<\/span>

\u201cAnywhere you want.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cHere?\u201d I place my hands against his rock hard thighs.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cYes,\u201d he pauses and then opens his hand to release himself. \u201cOr you can hold on with both hands.\u201d<\/span>

I make a circle with my palms and slide them down over his penis. \u201cLike this?\u201d<\/span>

He stumbles. \u201cShit. I can\u2019t stand up.\u201d With a breathless laugh, he toes off his jeans that I hadn\u2019t gotten around to completely discarding. He pulls me up to my feet.<\/span>

\u201cBut I want\u2014\u201c\u00a0<\/span>

He cuts me off with a firm kiss. \u201cI know and so do I but I\u2019m going to fall over because I\u2019m so turned on so if you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019d like to sit on the end of the bed.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cYou\u2019re going to teach me to give you a good blow job, though, right?\u201d<\/span>

His eyes bright with desire and laughter, he croaks out. \u201cThe best.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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