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Dean and the Big Bad City

OMG! I love this story! It's so romantic and entertaining. Comes to show that sex doesn't always sell. LOL. I think it's super sweet.
 
Just had this story recommended by a friend and I am glad it was recommended...great work...keep it coming.
 
i have new characters in the gallery but im gettin a little writer's block
 
I love your story. You have put it together very well. I have faith that you will come out of your writers block. Looking forward to more of your story.
Thanks
Ken
 
It's been a while....I hope you will come back to write us a new chapter soon:gogirl:
 
Chapter 8: My Old Boyfriend

Since Eric and I got back together, things had been great. I suddenly felt the way I used to in high school. Mark was completely history and so was the night club. It was up to us to live it up now.

He sat on the bed in his boxers and some glasses while reading a book. After I brushed my teeth, I came out of the bathroom in his football tee and a pair of low-rise briefs. The shirt was so long that it almost reached my knees.

He was caught up in the book so much that he didn’t notice me until I straddled his lap. He smiled and put down the book.

“What you reading, dork?” I teased.


He took off his glasses, “Required reading for my new lit class. What are you doing wearing my shirt?”

He rolled me over on my back and pulled the shirt over my head. I couldn’t stop giggling when he started kissing me on the stomach and chest. We were shaking the bed so much that I’m sure the RA got a few complaints. He sat back up on his knees and pulled my legs around his waist again while he wrapped his, tight muscles around my back.


We kept kissing until my lips lost color and my neck started showing color. I stopped when I heard my phone ring and I walked toward the table.


He rolled his eyes and crashed down on the pillow and shut his eyes.

I couldn’t speak when I heard what he said on the phone. I put on some clothes and woke up Eric,

“Hey, wake up. We have to go!”

“What’s going on?” he was startled.

I could barely believe it. Even when we got to the hospital, I didn’t know why I was still his emergency contact. We had broken up 2 years ago. It was long before I ran off to New Orleans.

When we got to the hospital, I told Eric who he was and he didn’t mind because he knew we were over. He told me to stay with Patrick while he stays in the waiting room.

I sat next to the bed and waited patiently for him to wake up which didn’t seem like any time soon. The car had totaled his motorcycle but the doctor said he got out lucky. I rested my hand on his and tried to hold back a tear. I WAS over him but I didn’t want the next time I saw him again to be like this.

I just sat and waited while I tried to remember… After Eric had graduated and left, I was going through a small depression.

Penelope took me to some keg party at a friend of a friend’s house that summer, just before school started. I really didn’t want to be around a bunch of people I didn’t really know but it was better than moping around the house another night.

I sat in the corner for most of the night until things started to die down. I walked outside and stuck my feet in the pool. I stared at the stars, thinking about when Eric and I would lie together in the bed of his truck at night. I didn’t even notice the tall dark figure swimming toward me. As he jumped up from the water and splashed me, I drew my feet back and looked into his bright, blue eyes.

“Excuse me!” I shouted.

He ran his hands through his wet hair, “Hey, I’m Jason.”

“Dean…Can I help you?” I glared at him.

He smiled, “Well, I thought I’d come over to see why you’re the only moping, sober person here. Broken heart?”
“What would you know about it?” I muttered.

“A lot more than you think; you look bored so I’m guessing you were dragged here by an overbearing friend. You’re staring into space which means you could possibly be thinking about a special someone… Am I getting warmer?”

I didn’t say anything. He broke the silence, “And something tells me you don’t really know how to have a good time. That’s where I come in.”

“I know a lot more than you think,” I stood up and stripped down to my shorts.

I jumped in and before I could come up to catch my breath, he met me in the deep end. I looked in his eyes for a few seconds and what breath was left, escaped me. He grabbed me by my belt loops and kissed me under the water. I was stunned at first but it felt so good to have that attention again… even if it was only physical.

When we came to the top, I looked into his eyes with shock, “What was that?”

“I thought you might have needed a distraction,” he smiled.

I did need a distraction and Patrick was a perfect distraction. We dried up and went to his room. We made out on his bed until I left. He was really fun but it seemed like all we did was make out.

I started seeing him regularly. We would shower together or just get friendly under the covers when we stayed in but when we went out, it was always something spontaneous. He’d wrap my hands around his waist when we took out his motorcycle. It was fun and exhilarating but I would just lay my head on his shoulder while we rode around. He didn’t know it but it was the only time he made me feel safe.

He wasn’t much of a socializer but he loved taking risks. I think that was his form of self expression. Whether we were braking into some abandoned house or skinny-dipping in a stranger’s pool, it usually led to something physical. It never got too far. The most we ever did was make out nude while rubbing against each other. It was kinda awkward but I missed the male attention that he gave me… even if it wasn’t emotional.

I lied awake one night with my head on his chest. I looked up at his face. He was so peaceful when he was asleep. I kissed him softly just because it might have been the only time I could feel safe with him. It was what I missed about Eric.

His lips were so soft and I felt safe, hovering over his warm, muscular chest. It felt nice until he woke up.

“So, you want a little late night play?” he smiled deviously.

As he started to move in, I pulled away, “No! Just stop… we need to talk.”

He suddenly looked puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of it? All we do is make out and get physical. Don’t you want anything more than that? I mean, I don’t even know your middle name… you never want to talk and I just feel like some disposable toy,” I put on my clothes.

He stood there silent and I walked toward the door, “Just the response I was expecting.”
He was never the emotional kinda guy that I needed but for some reason, I still sat there, crying while he laid unconscious. After about 20 minutes, he came to and I waited for him to say something.

“You came,” he muttered, “You’re the last person I expected to see.”

“I had to make sure you’re alright… and now that I know you are, I have to tell you that I can’t see you again. I don’t like how you make me feel and I cant have you in my life anymore,” I took my hand off of his and started to the door.

“I need you. I’m a mess without you,” he started crying.

I paused and turned around. I bent down and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, “You don’t need me anymore, either.”

I walked out the door and Eric and I went to the car. As he started the car, I kissed him softly on the cheek and he looked at me, “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to say thank you,” I smiled.

“For what?” he asked.

“You make me feel safe,” I kissed him gently on the lips and laid my head on his shoulder.
 
Aww...It was beautiful but too short for the long wait though!:gogirl: Ha hah your characters gallery is overflown already so you better keep it up! :badgrin: I wonder how could you keep coming up with how new characters should look like and their names since they didn't even show up in the chapter yet? #-o
 
Chapter 9: My New Big Bad City

I reach the last block just as he gains on me, grabbing the back of my hood. I shake loose and run up the stairs. I stop in the bedroom as he sprints in behind me.

As soon as he gets in, he grabs me around the waist and I jump up, wrapping my legs around his hips. He holds me up by the back of my thighs, sliding his fingers under my gym shorts. I pull off his hoody that I was wearing and throw it on the floor before he leans in and kisses me while I wrap my arms over his shoulders and run my fingers through the back of his hair.

He drops me on the bed and leans in between my legs. He comes in for a kiss and then pulls away, teasing me. He does it again and I roll him over on his back, straddling his waist. I lean down and pull off his wife beater while I kiss his chest and move up his neck to his lips.

I finally lay my head on his chest while our bare torsos drip of sweat. My body ached as it usually did after a long workout but it felt good. He sits up with me in his lap while I rest my hands on his shoulders.
“You sure know how to get my cardio pumping,” he laughed.

I smiled, “It’s not my fault you can’t keep up!”

“Well, why would I wanna keep up when I had a great view from behind?”

I laughed at his cheesy line, “Shut up!”

“Don’t act like it’s not true! You know you wore those shorts just to make me sweat… you have a great ass,” he gropes me from behind.

I gasp and slap him on the chest, “You, perv… you really like my ass?”

He laughs, “So, what do you like about me?”

“Physically?”

He shrugs, “Anything…”

“Well when it comes to physical qualities…I guess your chest and your shoulders. They make me feel safe and comfortable when you hug me,” I smile and touch his chest.

He smiles and wraps his arms around my back, “And what do you like about me non-physically?”
“Well, I guess you could still call it physical but I love your grin and your eyes; you know how they say that eyes are the windows to the soul? Well, it’s like I can see everything you’ve ever done for me. It just makes me think about how you always treat me and how sensitive you are under that strong exterior,” I rest my head on his shoulder, “…and what about me?”

He kissed the back of my neck, “What’s not to like? You keep me in line and out of trouble. You said you love how sensitive I am but the reason I’m so sensitive is because when I’m around you, you bring out the best in me. It’s just so easy to open up to you,” he whispers in my ear, “I love you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He lies down and I fall asleep on top of him, “I love you, too.”

The next day was too bright to be spending in a lecture but as it was, I only had a few weeks left and I had missed too much to be skipping. I couldn’t stand the boredom in a speech about quantum physics yet I couldn’t fall asleep. I looked out the window to see Eric waiting for me on the bench outside and I suddenly got a little more interested.

As the professor dismissed us, I rushed outside toward Eric. He stood up as I walked toward him. I stood on my tip-toe and kissed him and we started walking to our dorm.

“So, how was class?” he started casually.

“About as exciting as could be expected… What about you?”

“It was fine… I’m just ready to graduate though,” he looked at me.

I looked back, “I didn’t even realize how close that is… where are you gonna go afterwards?”

“I don’t know… I got an offer from an ad agency in New York.”

That night, all I could think about was being alone next year. I lied on top of the covers, staring at the ceiling, thinking about it when he came out of the shower. I barely noticed him until he leaned over me, and started kissing my neck. I rubbed the back of his head with my hand. His wet hair was so soft and his warm lips felt as good as his moist skin on my chest. He stood me up and ran his hands down my back, into my boxers. He slipped them off as I grabbed his shoulders, kissing his warm lips. I undid his towel and he laid me on the bed.

As we continued to get intimate, I stopped him, “Don’t… I swear I love you but I’m just not ready… sorry”

He laid down and put his arm around me, “Don’t worry. You know I love you and I’m not gonna rush you… give me your hand.”

I relaxed my head on his chest and put my hand on his shoulder. He pulled the covers over us and took my hand in his, stroking my fingers softly.

“You know, you have the softest hands,” he whispered, “Whenever I think about anything that might be against your wishes, I just grab your hand and remember that I could never do anything that might hurt you.”
“Why are you so good to me?” I closed my eyes.

“I need you…I love you.”

I looked up at him and started to cry, “Well then why are you gonna leave me?”

“Don’t talk like that; you know I can’t stand to do it.”

“Well, then don’t! I need you and I can’t go back to that club.”

“You’re not gonna end up in that club again. We’ll see each other again before you know it,” he tried to comfort me.

I tried to stop thinking about and I fell asleep. The next morning, I skipped class and when he got home, I didn’t want to look at him. I turned over and looked out the window as he came in.

He laid behind me and put his arm around my waist. I felt too numb to say anything.

He kissed me on the cheek, “Get up.”

“Why?” I said with little enthusiasm.

“So you can fill out your application.”

“What are you talking about?” I rolled over.

“I got you an application to a college in New York,” he smiled, “If I go anywhere, you’re coming with me.”
I grabbed him by his ears and kissed him, “Why are you so good to me?”

“I told you, you bring out the best in me!”
 
i know its short but i wanted to keep the story going and i didnt have much to write
 
thanx...i think i've basically just created the perfect guy with the story and imagined him to look like shawn roberts...cant a guy can fantasize?
 
Chapter 10: My New Experience

As I walked through lawn after lawn, the summer heat shined on my bare torso. I passed all the familiar houses and I felt like it was high school again. I finally reached his house and climbed up to his window the same way I used to.

I quietly entered his room through the window. The lights were off but the bright sun shined an orange tint into his room. He was still asleep with his face planted in his pillow and his arms wrapped around it. I tip-toed toward him and turned on the radio to hear “Always Love” by Nada Surf; a perfect summer song.

As he started to move around, he turned his head and barely opened his eyes at me, yet he still smiled, “Good Morning.”

“Don’t move a muscle,” I said as I walked to the bed.

He rested his head back on the pillow as I climbed on top of his back, straddling his waist. I pulled my bathing suit up over my knees and got situated. I heard him let out a soft moan of pleasure under his breath as I laid my hands on his soft, warm back that had already turned darker since summer started. I teased my finger tips down his back and started putting pressure on random spots.

I put my hands on his shoulders and laid my chest on his back, whispering in his ear, “I missed you last night.”

“I said you could stay with me,” he said softly.

I rested my head on his shoulder, “It’s fine. We’re only here for a few weeks and my parents wanted to see me before we leave for New York.”

He sighed, “I don’t know how you can sleep all day when you need to be in class but now, you’re up before I am.”

“Because YOU promised to take me to the beach and I’m holding you to it,” I got up and pulled his hand until he stood up and walked to the bathroom.

“Alright, I’m up,” he walked in the bathroom, wearing his boxers.

I sat back down on his bed as he brushed his teeth. He came back out in a pair of swim-shorts. Before I could get up, he laid back down and put his head on my lap.

He wrapped his arms around the bottom of my back, “I swear, we’ll go but let me just lay here for a second.”

I played with his hair and thought about what I said about his strong exterior but his sensitive heart. That’s what he seemed like right now. I loved it when HE held ME but I also loved him cuddling up to me; it was like a big cute dog. He trusted me as much as I did him.

I waited a few minutes and let him wake up, “You ready?”

“Yea let’s go,” he stood up and took my hand.

As we walked downstairs, we passed his parents but luckily, they didn’t notice us. I hadn’t met his parents yet but I didn’t want to. According to him, they were the spawn of Satan.

It was a 45 minute drive to the beach which seemed too short of a drive. We talked the whole way; it was mostly reminiscing. I laid my head in his lap, looking up at him while he rested his hand on my lower abdomen and I played with his arm like it was a stuffed animal.

As we got to the beach, it was already noon and the sun was in the middle of the sky. We rented a canoe and rowed it far from the beach and we just laid out under the sun for a few hours.

I laid my head on his chest, “Thank you.”

“For what?” he said with his eyes closed from the blinding sun.

I close my eyes too and drifted to sleep, “For making time… it’s like we haven’t gotten to spend time with each other in a while. We really needed this.”

As we got back to shore, the sun was setting and it started getting cooler. He zipped me up in his hoodie and we sat together in the bed of his truck, watching the sunset.

I sat in between his legs with my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me as I rested the back of my head on is chest.

I held his arms tighter around me and looked across the ocean, “This is nice.”

“Yea… it’s kinda sexy,” he kissed me on the head.

I smiled, “What do you mean?”

“Sunset on a beach… Everyone has one of those fantasies,” he held me closer.

I was confused, “Fantasy about what?”

“You know what I mean… sex on the beach.”

“I’ve never had that fantasy… I don’t fantasize that much actually,” I said softly as I started to drift off to sleep.

He was now confused, “Well then how do you ever get off?”

“Huh?”

“How do you… cum? I mean, I know you don’t wanna have sex and I respect that, but you’ve had to have gotten off before… right?” he said in disbelief.

“I never really thought about it. I mean, I get my frustration out in other ways.”

He looked down at me, “You can’t be serious… never mind.”

I fell asleep on his chest as he looked down at me, wondering how I could ever get through life without masturbating.

I decided to stay with him that night as my parents slowly started getting to me again. It was one of those muggy Mississippi summer nights. He was lying asleep on his bed over the covers as I came out of the bathroom. The moon shined a blue light on him through the window of his dark room. The small mist of sweat from the muggy night dripped down his chest as the fan blew a cool breeze on his bare chest.

I looked at his sleeping body; his hand was rested on his chest and the other was rested on the pillow. His legs were spread across the bed in his thin, cotton boxers. I walked toward the bed with a pair of low-rise briefs and his zip up hoodie. As I bent down to kiss him, he woke up and sat up on the bed. I sat down in between his legs with my back against his chest and my legs spread apart with my knees in the air.

I drifted to sleep on his shoulder while he put his hands on my waist. I didn’t even notice when he slowly unzipped the hoodie, with his free hand against my stomach. He slipped the sleeves off my shoulders and dropped it on the ground. I felt the breeze from the fan across my chest. I was awake as he dragged his thumb down my chest but it felt so good, I kept my eyes closed. He softly rested his hand on the outside of my briefs, moving his fingers up and down.

I gasped and started breathing heavily with my chest moving up and down. I grabbed his arm and he stopped, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what…”

I kissed him and whispered in his ear, “Don’t stop.”

I put my hand on top of his. I felt so many things at once: his big, warm hand under mine, his warm breath on my neck as his chest started getting hotter and moving faster, and my briefs getting tighter. I looked up at his face; he was breathing harder as his hand started trembling. I saw our entire relationship pass before my eyes as he moved his hand inside my briefs. I clinched his arm with my hand and pulled his other hand to my chest and locked my fingers with his. Everything felt warmer as I let out a high moan before he covered my mouth so his parents couldn’t hear us.

As I opened my eyes, he starting kissing my neck and pulled his hand out. I felt weird and ran to the shower. I turned on the hot water and leaned against the wall, letting the warm water drip down my naked body.

He walked in after me and stood outside the curtain, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it… please talk to me.”

He stood outside with his head facing the floor. As he turned away, I reached out from the curtain and put my hand on his shoulder. The water dripped down his back from my hand and he turned around. I opened the curtain for him as he stepped under the water. I put my head on his chest and wrapped my hands around his back, grabbing the back of his shoulders. He put one hand on the back of my head and kissed me on the forehead. He wrapped the other around my back as I kissed his chest.
The next day, we left for New York. I rested my head on his shoulder while he drove away from our small town, “Why are things changing?”

“Because they’re gonna get better,” he stared out at the road.
 
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