Mine is more PG than MG, I mean MG LOVE SCENE? I don't write MG I am definitely YA and mostly upper YA so um, all you MG writers out there - yeah glad LOVE SCENES are not supposed to happen for 12 or 13 year olds. My head just is not wired for this type of scene! I really found myself either too over the top or not enough! Sheesh...
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This is such a stupid idea. What if his mom comes home or worse his dad? His dad LOVES this car. Of course my dad would too. He would call it a muscle car. At least he would if he ever listened to me when I talked to him about stuff. All he cares about right now is some deal he has to get closed.
Chris moved his hands over my hips then started unbuttoning my jeans. His hands are clumsy and I want to tell him to just let me do it but it might hurt his feelings. We had been making out for around an hour.
Karen said that guys were not the most coordinated when it came to this. She said that even if it hurts a little its okay after the first it does get better. I had told her that Chris wanted to and she said its because he caught her with his older brother Dean last weekend. She knows Dean told him that it was what you were supposed to do with your girlfriend. Karen is my older sister and she would know, she has had lots of boyfriends. So many that dad once threatened to lock her in her room if he caught her with another one. She can't wait to turn sixteen. She told me she was going to be driving her way to paradise.
I felt the zipper go down and I inhaled. His hands froze for a second and he looked at me. His eyes are dark brown, so dark that sometimes they look black. It is what made me think he was cute to begin with. That and the lopsided grin he gives me when I laugh.
I nod and he begins to tug my jeans down. He hesitates and then the decision is made. All at once he is against me. His hands are everywhere. I cannot keep up with what he is going to do next. I only recognize a chill on my skin as the air hits me. He slides me down the bench seat and his arms are beside my head. He smiles and it is my smile.
Then all of a sudden I bite my lip. A sharp pain fills me and his breathing has changed. I grab his shoulders trying to ignore it, then it begins to pass. I am not yet comfortable but it isn't so bad. Sweat beads on his forehead; I focus on it and let him finish. He collapses against me and a small smile spreads across my face.
If this is how Karen stays so popular then this will be a cinch.