Chapter 9
“How are you feeling?” Chris asked Roxanne, walking out of the toilet after washing himself.
She was lying there naked on his maroon bedsheet, the warm sunlight reflecting off of Tania’s necklace. He wanted to lose that association to it, he wanted to call it Roxanne’s necklace now.
He walked to the bed, his penis still in a limp yet semi-erect state, and gently laid down next to her.
“I’m feeling really good, all thanks to you. What about you?” she murmured, a shy smile stuck to her face.
Chris could tell what it was that attracted him to her so much, her submissiveness, her dirtiness in bed, and outside of bed, just how calm, gentle, and innocent her presence was. He was starting to think that she could just be the perfect match for him, and decided to go with wherever the flow was taking them.
“I’m feeling amazing. You’re so cute and hot, it’s unfair.” He said as a joke, lightening the mood from the intensity of the sex.
“Well…that only makes it better for you no daddy?” She said while putting her index finger to her lips, and wrapping her bare legs around his, touching her thigh to his penis.
She took that index finger to his lips, and then moving close, starting to trail that finger downward toward his crotch. But she stopped at his waist, and resting her hand there, moved closer to his body and rested her head on the same pillow as his, to which he turned to his side to face her, so that they lay only a breath’s length away from each other, their lips almost touching.
“Yes it does you naughty girl.” he said, and rubbed the tip of his tongue on hers’, both of them smiling as if hopelessly in love.
“Can I ask you a question?” she whispered innocently, as if she was scared to ask this question.
She brought her hand up to his heart, feeling his calm and bold heartbeat. She looked downward toward his body, and noticed the defined muscles, the tightness on his legs, the length of his penis which was slowly getting hard again, and she realized just how perfect he was.
“Yes, of course.” he replied, and waited.
She kept looking away from his eyes, and said, “Is all this just casual sex for you? Not that I mind, but just asking.”
“Hmm…” he hummed, and giggled a bit, bringing a cute sad expression to her face, as she felt as if he was making fun of her.
He put his hand on her back, and started caressing it, slowly bringing it to her neck, his fingers doing small movements on her skin.
“You’re so cute. To be honest, I was hoping you’d ask that question. Roxanne, even since before we had sex for the first time, I’ve been feeling this energy around you. That necklace you’re wearing is very precious to me, and for some reason I just knew that you were the most perfect fit for it. That, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but in a way you are a perfect fit for me.” he explained, his eyes waiting desperately for a response.
Roxanne’s breathing became heavier, as she looked deep into his eyes, seeing herself in them, seeing for the first time that he saw her as much more than just momentary pleasure. She wanted them to go further, she herself had been feeling a familiarity with him that she hadn’t before, despite all her experiences, and wanted to explore this further, both emotionally and physically.
“Chris…I love you…” she muttered, her eyes tearing up now, as she touched his forehead with hers’.
The bedsheet was drenched with the smell of their sweat, full of creases.
“I love you too babygirl.” he replied, and kissed her on the forehead.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” she was saying, but her cut her off.
“Hey…understand this. I don’t mind you asking or talking about anything. Being alone with you I feel like an open book.” he said, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
Hearing this, she smiled cutely, feeling more comfortable about her relationship with him, since before this conversation she had been constantly afraid of overstepping boundaries. She was surprised to see him liking her so much, or treating her so nicely, since she never thought she deserved any of it.
Back in school, she had always felt jealous of other girls who had boyfriends or were engaged in casual relationships frequently, and felt like there was something wrong with her which made her unattractive.
“Alright, thank you for that. It’s the same for you as well. But, since I mean so much to you, do you want to do anything about it?” she asked in reply.
Chris smiled, and waited for a bit before replying, “I want to keep you, is what I want.”
Her heart melted hearing these words, he was treating her as if she was his life-long partner. She felt unsure for a bit, they had only met a few days ago, it made no sense for him to fall her her so quickly, and wanted him to be sure about it. She thought about giving it some time, but for some reason didn’t want to waste a single day away from what could be between her and Chris.
“What is it that you like about me?” she asked playfully, feeling more confident about herself.
“Like is a weak word for the feeling I have. But to be really honest, I don’t know. Your smile I love, your voice I love, your body I love, there’s too much for me to put down in words. You just have so much life in you.” he tried explaining.
“Do you think I’m hot?”
“Oh god…” he said while trailing his hand down to the curve of her ass, adding, “…you’re the hottest person I’ve ever slept with. You’re…beautiful, stunning, a work of art.”
Roxanne giggle childishly in return, not knowing how to react to such words that she knew were coming straight from his heart. They looked into each other’s eyes for a bit, laying there in their bubble, their skin blending into each other’s, then suddenly Chris turned around on the bed, and got his phone from the bedside table to check the time.
“What’s your plan by the way? Your family fine with you staying out indefinitely?”
“I wish.” she replied curtly, closing her eyes.
He sensed that there was something here that she wasn’t comfortable talking about, and felt guilty bringing it up. Knowing that his curiosity might just be invalid, he decided to stay away from the topic, and let her handle the situation herself, it was her life after all. But then Roxanne herself offered more explanation.
“My parents are quite strict, despite their posh and liberal standard of living. They barely ever let me stay the night, always telling me to call friends over instead. They think I’m at my best friend Agatha’s place right now, and I’m expected at dinner.”
“Ah I see, I’m sorry you have to deal with that. But you’re dealing with it smartly. I hope you’re not going to be late for dinner.” he replied quickly, carefully choosing his words.
“Oh shit. What’s the time?”
“It’s almost seven.”
“Hmm thanks for bringing it up, it had sort of escaped my mind. I should be home soon.”
“No worries. I’ll drop you.” he replied, and got up from the bed to put on his clothes.
Roxanne still couldn’t believe that a gentleman like Chris could even exist. He was perfect in so many ways, but having already taken such a precious possession from him for free, and having spent the night at his place, she didn’t want to burden him any further, as much as she loved the idea of sitting next to him while he’s driving, and getting dropped off at home.
“Thank you very much for offering, but there’s no need for that.” she forced herself to say with a fake smile, trying not to let the temptations of her heart get the best of her.
“I wasn’t asking.” he replied with an authoritative smile on his face, and he went into the washroom to wash his face.
Roxanne was almost done putting on her clothes, still on the bed, when he came back to the room wearing casual blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
My mom would love him, she found herself thinking.
“Let’s go.” he said while walking to the main door, spinning his car keys in his hand.