Perfect 10.0 (Part 4)
Is it okay that I use a little Spanish in the story? All the Spanish words are supposed to be italicized but I don't know how to make them. I need four (4!) comments to continue writing.
"So," I tell him, "we have time to kill. My mom doesn’t expect me ‘til around 7ish, so what do you wanna do?"
"Take off your clothes." He looks at me with a hopeful smile.
"Not on your life buddy boy." I say rudely, but I turn to look at him with a smile. "Let’s go to the school. No one will be there and we can have the place to ourselves."
"Sure, sounds good to me." He reaches over to me and slides his arm behind my back, holding me.
I put my arm around him as well, and we walk down the street looking like a couple. I don’t know why I’m allowing him to do this, but I’m enjoying it.
"Adulio," I start to tell him that we won’t be able to ever go out, we can’t act like a couple, blah, blah, blah; but he cuts me off.
"Don’t Isabel; don’t even think about ruining this moment for me." I look over at him, startled. He sounded so hurt that I wondered if I had actually offended him.
But when I look over at him, his face is in mine and his lips on my lips. We stop walking and I push him down onto a bench that was near us.
Sitting on top of him, I wrap my arms around his neck. I’ve kissed many, many guys before, and no one even comes close to the way that Adulio kisses. His kisses are so sweet and hot and sexy all at the same time. I could do this forever.
Without even realizing it, I sigh with contentment. I feel so safe in his arms, I forget about everything except being with him.
He chuckles a little when he hears me sigh, but he just deepens the kiss. With him acting so nice and sweet to me while kissing me like we’re going out, I lose control.
I slip my hands under his shirt and explore his body. I can feel his muscles tense up where I touch him. His skin is warm to the touch, and he shivers when I run my nails down his chest.
I stop kissing him and curl up in his arms. Only then do I realize that he hadn’t been groping me at all.
"You behaved yourself quite well, better than I thought you would."
"Yeah, well," he said to me, "I wasn’t even thinking about doing that, just kissing you is enough to get me excited."
Adulio’s strong arms wrapped around my body and made me feel protected. I wish that I could stay this way forever. Having him this close to me feels so good, but I don’t deserve him.
I groan softly into his chest, shake my head, and then push away from him.
"Adulio" I tell him, "this has to stop now. If you’re going to be training me, then we can’t be going out, ‘cuz when we break up we’ll still have to see each other every day." I looked away, "Entiendes?"
"Yeah, I get it. But you taste so damn good. I never want to stop kissin’ you. I love the feelin’ of your hands on my skin, the taste of your lips on mine. Isabella, kiss me again, mamacita, por favor."
I lean towards him and gently kiss him on his cheek. I can feel the roughness of a days’ growth on his face. "Adulio, get it through your thick skull. I won’t kiss you like that anymore. Let’s go to the school." I whisper into his ear.
We walk around the school for awhile, me telling him about all the teachers. As we pass each room I tell him who teaches there and some of the rumors about them. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but it seems that he’s always looking over at me, and always walking too close to me.
"I have to get you home now or your mom won’t be happy." He says to me after we’ve finished walking the building.
"Yeah, I guess so." I look at my cell for the time. "We have enough time to walk home, instead of run."
"Thank God, I couldn’t have run if I tried."
I walked near him, but always making sure that I wasn’t close to touching him. I don’t want to be tempted anymore than I already am.
"Adulio, wanna play a game?" I asked him
"Sure. What kind of game?"
"A question game. I ask a question, and then you ask a question. Whoever chooses to not answer a question loses. Got it?"
He nodded. "Are there any rules?"
"Nope, just you that you have to answer the question, or else you lose."
"Okay let’s go. I get to ask the first question." He looks straight ahead as he thinks. "Alright, I have one. Tell me about your family."
"That’s not a question smarty." He glares at me.
"Okay, fair enough. How many siblings do you have?"
"I have three; two sisters and a brother." I look over at him to find that he’s watching me. "It’s my turn," I said, "Do you have any pets?"
"Nah, I used to have a dog, but she died." His eyes got really sad right then.
The questions continued as we walked home. I found out that he lives near me, like a street away. He has one brother, but he’s only a year or two old.
His mom died giving birth to the little boy, so it’s up to Adulio and his father to take care of the baby. I can tell that the loss of his mother still hurts him immensely. I wanted to ask him how he felt but I don’t think I could. My dad might not be the best, but at least I still have him.
We turn onto my street and follow it to my house.
"You goin’ to invite me in, mamacita?" He said, looking at my door, then at me.
"Um, no I wasn’t planning on it. Plus you won’t want to go in there, my little brother will probably be screaming. He has autism so it’s a lot of screaming all the time."
He looks at me like everyone else does when they find out. He looks at me with pity. I hate that. Just because my brother has autism doesn’t mean that he’s retarded or anything. He’s not about to die, he’s not contagious, so I don’t get why people give me that look. He just has a hard time understanding and connecting with other people. Sometimes I feel like I have to remind my parents about that as well as others. My parents treat him as if he’s a baby. He’s seven for God’s sake.
"I shouldn’t have told you. You’re just like everyone else; you shouldn’t look at me like that!" I screamed the last words. Turning away from him I say, "Adulio, go away now. I’ll see you tomorrow at gym. Don’t worry ‘bout pickin’ me up, I can get there by myself."
"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Can I meet him?" When I shake my head no, he sighs. "We’ll see ‘bout that." He winked at me then turned around and kept walking. "See you tomorrow Isabel."
"Bye, hasta luego." I say coldly. Walking into my house I feel ready to go to bed, but I had to eat dinner and finish my homework.
"Take off your clothes." He looks at me with a hopeful smile.
"Not on your life buddy boy." I say rudely, but I turn to look at him with a smile. "Let’s go to the school. No one will be there and we can have the place to ourselves."
"Sure, sounds good to me." He reaches over to me and slides his arm behind my back, holding me.
I put my arm around him as well, and we walk down the street looking like a couple. I don’t know why I’m allowing him to do this, but I’m enjoying it.
"Adulio," I start to tell him that we won’t be able to ever go out, we can’t act like a couple, blah, blah, blah; but he cuts me off.
"Don’t Isabel; don’t even think about ruining this moment for me." I look over at him, startled. He sounded so hurt that I wondered if I had actually offended him.
But when I look over at him, his face is in mine and his lips on my lips. We stop walking and I push him down onto a bench that was near us.
Sitting on top of him, I wrap my arms around his neck. I’ve kissed many, many guys before, and no one even comes close to the way that Adulio kisses. His kisses are so sweet and hot and sexy all at the same time. I could do this forever.
Without even realizing it, I sigh with contentment. I feel so safe in his arms, I forget about everything except being with him.
He chuckles a little when he hears me sigh, but he just deepens the kiss. With him acting so nice and sweet to me while kissing me like we’re going out, I lose control.
I slip my hands under his shirt and explore his body. I can feel his muscles tense up where I touch him. His skin is warm to the touch, and he shivers when I run my nails down his chest.
I stop kissing him and curl up in his arms. Only then do I realize that he hadn’t been groping me at all.
"You behaved yourself quite well, better than I thought you would."
"Yeah, well," he said to me, "I wasn’t even thinking about doing that, just kissing you is enough to get me excited."
Adulio’s strong arms wrapped around my body and made me feel protected. I wish that I could stay this way forever. Having him this close to me feels so good, but I don’t deserve him.
I groan softly into his chest, shake my head, and then push away from him.
"Adulio" I tell him, "this has to stop now. If you’re going to be training me, then we can’t be going out, ‘cuz when we break up we’ll still have to see each other every day." I looked away, "Entiendes?"
"Yeah, I get it. But you taste so damn good. I never want to stop kissin’ you. I love the feelin’ of your hands on my skin, the taste of your lips on mine. Isabella, kiss me again, mamacita, por favor."
I lean towards him and gently kiss him on his cheek. I can feel the roughness of a days’ growth on his face. "Adulio, get it through your thick skull. I won’t kiss you like that anymore. Let’s go to the school." I whisper into his ear.
We walk around the school for awhile, me telling him about all the teachers. As we pass each room I tell him who teaches there and some of the rumors about them. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but it seems that he’s always looking over at me, and always walking too close to me.
"I have to get you home now or your mom won’t be happy." He says to me after we’ve finished walking the building.
"Yeah, I guess so." I look at my cell for the time. "We have enough time to walk home, instead of run."
"Thank God, I couldn’t have run if I tried."
I walked near him, but always making sure that I wasn’t close to touching him. I don’t want to be tempted anymore than I already am.
"Adulio, wanna play a game?" I asked him
"Sure. What kind of game?"
"A question game. I ask a question, and then you ask a question. Whoever chooses to not answer a question loses. Got it?"
He nodded. "Are there any rules?"
"Nope, just you that you have to answer the question, or else you lose."
"Okay let’s go. I get to ask the first question." He looks straight ahead as he thinks. "Alright, I have one. Tell me about your family."
"That’s not a question smarty." He glares at me.
"Okay, fair enough. How many siblings do you have?"
"I have three; two sisters and a brother." I look over at him to find that he’s watching me. "It’s my turn," I said, "Do you have any pets?"
"Nah, I used to have a dog, but she died." His eyes got really sad right then.
The questions continued as we walked home. I found out that he lives near me, like a street away. He has one brother, but he’s only a year or two old.
His mom died giving birth to the little boy, so it’s up to Adulio and his father to take care of the baby. I can tell that the loss of his mother still hurts him immensely. I wanted to ask him how he felt but I don’t think I could. My dad might not be the best, but at least I still have him.
We turn onto my street and follow it to my house.
"You goin’ to invite me in, mamacita?" He said, looking at my door, then at me.
"Um, no I wasn’t planning on it. Plus you won’t want to go in there, my little brother will probably be screaming. He has autism so it’s a lot of screaming all the time."
He looks at me like everyone else does when they find out. He looks at me with pity. I hate that. Just because my brother has autism doesn’t mean that he’s retarded or anything. He’s not about to die, he’s not contagious, so I don’t get why people give me that look. He just has a hard time understanding and connecting with other people. Sometimes I feel like I have to remind my parents about that as well as others. My parents treat him as if he’s a baby. He’s seven for God’s sake.
"I shouldn’t have told you. You’re just like everyone else; you shouldn’t look at me like that!" I screamed the last words. Turning away from him I say, "Adulio, go away now. I’ll see you tomorrow at gym. Don’t worry ‘bout pickin’ me up, I can get there by myself."
"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Can I meet him?" When I shake my head no, he sighs. "We’ll see ‘bout that." He winked at me then turned around and kept walking. "See you tomorrow Isabel."
"Bye, hasta luego." I say coldly. Walking into my house I feel ready to go to bed, but I had to eat dinner and finish my homework.
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