I reached for her bra clasp and undid it quickly. She pulled away from my lips for just a moment as she slid off her bra and shirt. “Fuck,” I breathed as I took in the sight of her. Her tight stomach and bare breasts, paired with her rosy cheeks and swollen lips, was enough to send me over the edge.
I leaned into her chest, pressing my mouth against her warm skin, massaging her breasts with my hands as she moaned and moved in soft thrusts against me. I kissed a breast and closed my mouth around a nipple. She clutched me desperately. I felt her fingers around the edge of my shirt, and I pulled away so she could pull it off.
Her hands moved softly against my chest, running along the sensitive ridges of my tensed muscles. I watched Alyssa as she moved and kissed me softly and deliberately. This kiss was different from the others, so tender and gentle, lingering long after she pulled away. She looked at me, her eyes bright with questions.
I maneuvered our bodies closer. Her hot, bare skin pressed tightly against mine, and every nerve was alive inside of me. In that moment, I felt every part of her and every part of myself, hot and melded together, intertwined and entangled. I kissed her again, slow and deliberate, our lips barely touching and then slowly compressing together. No amount of closeness was close enough. Her hands held my face as we kissed. I was so lost in her, the whole world was gone. It was just me and Alyssa.
Suddenly, she jerked away from me, and my body turned cold, my world empty. I looked at her, bewildered, and she stared at me, crossing her arms over her bare chest, her head cocked to the side. “Did you hear that?” she asked in a whisper.
I shook my head and opened my mouth to answer, but she held up her finger, silencing me as she listened intently. We sat in silence for a moment, and as I shifted in my seat, what we had just done hitting me. She looked at me, moving awkwardly. “I heard someone in the hallway.”
I nodded slowly, and we gazed at each other for a long moment. We both wanted more, but we had gone far enough and could have been caught.
Alyssa grabbed her clothes and quickly slid her top on again. She grabbed her sweater and books, stuffing them in her backpack. “We should probably get going. It’s getting late.”
I slid my shirt on and grabbed my jacket from my bag, putting it on before throwing my books into my backpack. I tossed it over my shoulder and peered at Alyssa, who was ready to head out the door. I stepped close to her, and she froze, looking up at me as I spoke. “Hey, Lys, I’m sorry.”
She smiled a small smile and touched my face gently. “Don’t be,” she whispered. I smiled sadly at her and turned to leave. My phone buzzed harshly as it vibrated against the table where I’d left it. Alyssa grabbed it for me and said, “You almost left your phone.”
She glanced at the screen, scowled immediately, and pushed past me without a word, practically throwing my phone at me. Confused, I called, “Alyssa, wait for me!”
I let out a groan when I saw what had upset Alyssa so badly: another text from Brittney. I look forward to our date baby, followed by a winky face and a heart. “Dammit.” I cursed under my breath because I had forgotten about Friday night.
I left the classroom and walked to the parking lot where Alyssa waited in the car for me. She looked like she had been crying, and I felt guilty. I never intended to hurt her, but how could I make her see that? “Lys…” I began softly around a lump in my throat and an odd, hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach.
She shook her head, ending the apology before I could begin. We drove home in silence. I looked over at Alyssa as she drove, still guilty for hurting her. The emotion was raw, cutting me deeply as I stewed in my own self-loathing. I was so intent on protecting her from all those terrible guys, but at the end of the day, I had hurt her. The fact that I had no real feelings for Brittney made the whole thing even worse, and I questioned the way I was acting. Was this really the kind of person I wanted to be?
We pulled up to the house, and I was relieved that the ride was finally over. I grabbed my backpack and duffle bag full of football equipment, hoisting it over my shoulder. Alyssa left her backpack in the car and walked up the steps to the house. Just before she opened the door, I watched as her body slowly crumpled, falling to the floor of the porch with a hard, thudding noise.
“Alyssa!” I cried out in panic and dropped my duffel bag to rush over to her. She lay on the ground, unmoving, and fear seized my heart. I had no idea what had happened or what to do. I knelt beside her, reaching down gently to touch her face, and called her name again. “Alyssa, please wake up,” I moaned, shaking her. Her skin was hot to the touch and covered in a layer of clammy sweat. Relief shot through me as I watched her slowly blink her eyes open.
“Blake,” she said hoarsely. “I’m not feeling very well.”
I set my backpack down on the ground and scooped up her small body with ease. “You’re going to be okay, kid,” I told her, carrying her into the house and up the stairs to her room.