Page 38 of Diving In
“We can talk about contraception and stuff too, but for now let’s watch some TV,” I say, and we clean up the plates, stacking them into the dishwasher. She makes a hot chocolate for herself and a cup of tea for me as I turn on a re-run ofFriends. Then, she turns off the main lights, and the room is lit only by the flicker of the screen. The sofa creaks as I sit down, back against the cushions my mum picked out one Christmas.
Think with your brain, think with your brain, I tell myself as Kath climbs onto the sofa, shorts riding up and revealing her underwear. Swimming stats.Kath’s underwear.No, go back to the stats.Kath’s underwear.Medley winners.Kath’s underwear.Now that her offer is on the table, my brain is glitching.
“I’m not a complete newbie to this stuff.” She turns to me, as we watch Chandler make another joke that has her laughing and me groaning. “I’ve done stuff too. Just not everything. Like I did a lot with Bobbie, but I justdidn’t want to have sex with him. Which was a good thing to be honest, as he was a bit of a dick.”
“Yeah, he was,” I say darkly. “You deserve way better than him.”
Kath is looking at me curiously. “Can I kiss you?” she asks. “Or does that violate rule one?”
My throat goes dry as I nod.
All I can see is Kath leaning forwards, brown eyes fixed on mine, hair falling out of her bun and around her face. She’s beautiful. She pauses a few centimetres away, and I can feel her breath ghosting my face. The moment she bridges the gap and her lips touch mine, I know I’m screwed. Deeply,deeplyscrewed. She tastes like hot chocolate, and she smells like her coconut shampoo.
As I pull her closer she lets out a soft moan that opens her mouth slightly. I take advantage of the moment, pushing my tongue between her lips and wrapping it into a dance with hers. Kissing Kath is addictive. Thank god we never did this before. I wouldn’t have been able to stop.
She sighs again, lacing her hands around my neck and moving across the sofa to straddle me. Fuck. It feels like all my blood is draining from my brain. I’m hard already.Think about swimming stats, think about swimming stats.But it’s impossible when I have the most beautiful girl I know sitting on top of me and tugging at my hair.
My hands wrap around her back of their own accord, pulling her closer. I want to feel every inch of her skin, even though I already know it’ll never be enough. She feels so right pressed against me, her chest rubbing against mine through the fabric of my shirt. It’s hard to believe this is a first kiss, not our hundredth.
“That feels good,” she says, as I make a pass just by her bra line. She grinds down into me, causing me to hiss out a breath. She’s right, this does feel good. Too good.
“We need to move this upstairs.” I break our kiss. “I really,reallydon’t want my dad to come home to this.”
She giggles, climbing off me and turning off the TV. Her hair is messier than it was a few moments ago and her cheeks are flushed. I wish I’d seen her like this before. “What time will he be home?”
“About ten, I think.” I grab her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. It’s a few hours away, but it doesn’t feel long enough.
I push her into the room and shut the door behind me, adjusting myself in my shorts. “What do you want to do?” I ask her, stalking her backwards towards the bed. This has escalated faster than I thought it would. “Remember, only what you want. You call the shots.”
Kath smiles at me. “Can we kiss some more?” she asks. Thank god. I pull her back towards me.
Her lips slant over mine again, and we end up backwards on the bed, me on top of her and her legs around my waist. I lose myself in the moment, listening out for the slight hitches in her breathing that show me I’m doing something she likes, something I can file away for the future. A few moments later, her hands tug at my shirt.
“Can I?” she asks, and I nod and sit up, allowing her to pull it off over my head.
“Can I?” I ask in return.
Kath grins and pulls off her own T-shirt… and I just have to take a moment. Nothing in my life has looked as good as Katherine Ford lying in my bed, wearing a slightly faded grey bra patterned with blue polka dots.
I think I manage to get out a strangled “Fuck, you’re so hot” before I lean back down to capture her lips.
I bite out a gasp as she runs her fingers down my abs, tracing downwards and toying with the edges of my shorts. I shudder.
“Kath,” I warn her, swatting her hand away.
“What?” She bites her lip innocently.
“You know what.” Iscowl at her, capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head and out of the way.
I lean back down, and she arches up into me. This is a balance of bliss and torture. Bliss that this is happening. Torture that I know it’s not forever. We kiss for a few more moments, her legs around my waist, hands exploring my back after I release them again. They run across my shoulders, tangle in my hair. I can’t even keep up with what’s happening.
I break the kiss and look down at her. “Is it alright if I take this off?” I say, gesturing to her bra.
She nods enthusiastically.
“I need words, KitKat.”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying. Yes, Sam, please take off my bra,” she grumbles. “Actually, I’ll do you one better. I’m going to take it off myself.”
