robbie montgomery (lordrobbie) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-11-18 11:01:00 |
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Under normal circumstances she wasn't much of a party girl. Loud music, crowded rooms, people drinking too much, but Leslie really needed a break. It was nice to get away from her siblings and mother for a little while. People were walking around the two story faux plantation house of one of her classmates, but she couldn't remember who it was off the top of her head. Partially because she didn't really care. Mostly because she'd had a couple of beers that she wasn't handling particularly well. Not that she was complaining about the buzzing in her ears and the warm feeling in her chest, she was actually really happy about it. She hadn't felt this loose and free in a long time. She couldn't stop smiling as she bumbled about trying to find a quiet spot. Leslie bumped past people attempting keg stands and God only knows how many little red solo cups littered down the hallway before making her way outside. Stepping off the deck she ran face first into someone's chest. "What? Oh, sorry," she said as she looked up and up and up the firm form of Robbie. He had the most amazing eyes and the sweetest smile. How could she not have noticed it before? There was something else she should be remembering, something she knew was important, but she couldn't put her finger on it. All she knew was she was standing in front of him right now and he looked yummy. Having a girlfriend who was grounded sucked. It was stupid, anyway. So, he'd sneaked into her room. So, what? They hadn't even been doing anything. Not that he wouldn't have tried if they hadn't been caught, but that was beside the point. She'd been grounded for forever already. That meant going to way too many parties without his girlfriend. How was that even fair? He'd been circulating this particular party for awhile now and he'd certainly had his share of beer. Beer was good. It was easier to relax and not dwell on how much better the party would be with Hope at his side when he was intoxicated. Robbie had just ducked outside for a little fresh hair for a few minutes and was on his way back in when he bumped into something solid-ish. Hope was the furthest thing from his mind when he looked down at the girl who'd bumped into him and flashed her a grin. "Whoa, easy there," he teased her. "You could hurt yourself just walking into people like that." It should have been obvious he was only teasing her. His blue eyes were twinkling mischievously and the hands that had reached out to prevent her from stumbling too much lingered on her arms in a way that may have suggested he didn't really mind being bumped into. Leslie tried to steady herself as she looked up into his face. How come she'd never noticed how his eyes were so soft and glowing like that before? They were like ice cubes. It took her a second to realize he was holding her up, and then her mind got a little less foggy as she realized that his hands were still on her and his thumbs were kind of moving on her arms. "That would be the last thing I needed. Thanks for saving me from that embarrassment, Robbie." She didn't know why she reached up and touched his cheek then. Or why the overwhelming urge to pull him down to her and kiss him filled up everything in her. She hadn't gone all the way with anyone, not that she didn't want to, it was more of a timing issue. She'd done everything but, and loved the feeling of a guy's hands on her, or her hands on him. What was she waiting for anyway? Why was she thinking about this now?! She moved her hand from his face to his chest, swirling her fingers against his shirt a little. Her eyes were locked on her fingers and that line where shirt ended and skin began. "You know, it might be nice to go for a walk because it's really loud over here. There's like a pond or something out on the back of the property that not too many people were at earlier. Might be nice. And you could make sure I don't bump into anybody else. Girl needs some protection in the dark." She looked up into his face now trying to look flirty without pleading, a little smile growing across her face. She really liked the way his hands felt on her. Really liked it a lot. "Anytime, gorgeous." Robbie flashed her another grin. He knew he shouldn't be flirting with the girl. She was friends with Hope, too, wasn't she? He couldn't seem to help it, though. Flirting with a pretty girl came second nature to him. Besides, it was only flirting. He wasn't technically doing anything wrong. That's what he told himself, anyway, and it was easy to just go with that, especially when he was a little on the drunk side. Still, he couldn't help letting his thumbs rub lightly over her arms as he stood there, still not letting go and when she suggested they go for a walk, he found himself nodding his head and agreeing. A part of him knew it was a bad idea, but there was that virtual devil on his shoulder telling him there was nothing wrong with taking a walk with a friend. "When you put it like that, I'd say it's my duty to go with you," he drawled softly, his speech a little slurred. He answered her smile with one of his own and a moment later he was slipping a comfortable arm around her shoulders. "Shall we, then?" he asked, beginning to gently tug her toward the aforementioned back of the property. Leslie smiled and leaned into him. She loved the feeling of his heavy arm around him. And she loved the smell of him. It was so musky and like the rain after a storm. So... Man. The warmth from his body enveloped her and made her stomach tighten ever so slightly in nervous anticipation. Leaning her head against his chest she smiled and let her guide her away from the party, the lights, the noise. Deeper into the humid Georgia darkness they went until the party was just a vague thumping in the distance. There were some people in the pond as they approached, but their laughing and splashing felt miles away in the crisp night air. Because right now all there was them. Robbie and Leslie. Completely alone in this moment. Her hand wrapped around his waist started to play with his shirt hanging out of his jeans. She had the thought of putting her hand in his shirt, but she wasn't quite sure how that'd go over. Sliding from his shirt, her hand seemed to be separated from her body entirely as it cupped over his butt then slipped inside his back pocket. Odd, she thought, but she liked it as she leaned more into his body. "It's nice out here. I hope you're having a good time with your damsel." She giggled. She really wanted to kiss him. Really wanted to a lot. They stopped by the water in the shadows of the trees and Leslie's heart started to race a little, making her head a little less fuzzy. She smiled, looking up into Robbie's face and then she remembered. Hope. She liked the girl. She was such a fun and nice girl. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt her, but she was grounded and she wasn't here. Rumor had it that poor Robbie wasn't getting any of the physical attention he needed, not just because she was grounded. Leslie had fooled around with some guys, done some fingering and some other things, but they always got scared or got done before they could even get it in her. You could blow on it and they'd come. Didn't do much for a girl. It wasn't like she was a slut, she just didn't think about sex like most girls her age. She wasn't one of those girls who was all about feelings and love and romance. With her family's past she was sure that didn't exist. But she did like feeling good and being with someone. It was a good distraction to just drown out her brain for a little while. And it might be nice to finally get someone to make her feel the way she made those couple of guys feel. Besides, if they even went that far, it wouldn't be cheating if they didn't love each other. It'd just be physical and wouldn't mean anything. It wouldn't mean anything to her, and she was sure not to Robbie who seemed to really love her friend. But that didn't mean Hope had to know about it. Why was she even thinking about this? She didn't know and pushed the thought out of her mind, focusing instead on Robbie and his warmth right there next to her. It was a shame that she didn't take advantage of Robbie's amazing body, though. A damn shame. Robbie hadn’t exactly forgotten about his girlfriend. It was just a little hard to focus on a girl who wasn’t here when Leslie’s body was so warm against his, when her hands were sliding over his bottom and her breath was tickling against his jaw. Could he really be blamed for the fact that all of the blood in his body seemed to be rushing to that spot between his legs, making it impossible to think about much other than how much he wanted to... something. “I am definitely having a good time,” he breathed huskily. “You’re not cold, are you?” It was an excuse. To be honest, he didn’t really care if she was cold or not. He used the excuse of the weather to pull her closer to him, to idly rub a hand over her side as he gazed down at her. She was different from Hope. Taller, curvier. Something about this girl just oozed sex appeal, but maybe it was simply the way she held herself against him. There was a confidence in her that Hope didn’t have and he couldn’t help being attracted to that in this moment. I could warm you up if you are, was the implication in his words. The look in his eyes echoed the unspoken sentiment. That would be enough if he was reading her own body language right. Robbie might not be as experienced as he would like to pretend he was, but he was fairly certain she was coming on to him. It might have been the beer talking, but he was feeling more than a little receptive if she was. She'd never done anything quite like this before. Here in the dark at a relative stranger's house. But when Robbie said she was cold, she snuggled in tighter. A shiver ran through her body, but not because she was cold as much as she wanted to be close to him. Not sure what had come over her as she turned to face him, and pressed her body against him, but Leslie wanted something. Wanted him. She was warm and wet between her legs. Her heart was racing and she felt both nervous and calm at the same time. Everything was going so fast, and yet in slow motion. Her hands ran up the front of his chest before clasping together behind his neck and letting her drape over him, her little dress pulled up over her ass. Everything about him was so perfect, not just because he was here, but because he was so strong, her flesh was tingling against him and she could feel the tension in his chiseled shoulders and rising and falling chest. She stared at his neck and the little bit of hair showing at the collar of his shirt. She wanted to tear the shirt right off. She shivered again, continuing to keep her eyes away from his face. "Would it be awful if I said I really want to kiss you?" She looked up then, her hair falling around her face and down her shoulders. His lips were so big and luscious. She wanted them other places than her mouth. And his hands too. She wondered what else of his was big as she leaned in slightly in anticipation. Hoping he'd just scoop her up right there and take her on the grass in the shade of the trees, fast slow, it didn't matter so long as he was there with her. Only her for even a moment. Just them. When she snuck out, she had no idea how perfect this night was going to be. Robbie wasn’t a cheater. He wasn’t. Sure, he flirted with girls all the time, but he really loved Hope. No amount of flirting with the other cheerleaders changed that. She was worth waiting for, he’d told himself time and again, all the times he’d been so frustrated when she wouldn’t go as far with him as he wanted to go. He wasn’t thinking right now, though. Or maybe he just wasn’t thinking with the proper head. Whichever it was, he found himself grinning at Leslie’s words. “Would it be awful if I said I wanted to kiss you, too?” he breathed, unconsciously shifting closer to her. There were people mere feet away, people who could see what they were doing. Robbie barely paid them any mind, though. The shade of the tree and the darkness provided them with just enough seclusion that it was easy to feel as though they were completely alone. And the look she was giving him... Robbie came undone in that moment, every ounce of willpower he possessed crumbling as his hand brushed across her face and slipped into her hair. Any thought that he shouldn’t be doing this was easily drowned by a louder internal voice telling him how badly he needed it. Without waiting for a verbal response to his own question, he dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. Feeling Robbie moving against her body was both exhilarating and frightening. She moved to compliment him, her hips up to his, her weight shifting against him. Another chill ran under her skin as his fingers glided over her face and into her dark hair, a nearly black veil glimmering in the moonlight. Shock like a hand squeezing her stomach filled her body as she felt his breath on her face and then his lips on her. She should be resisting, but everything in her body was telling her that sometimes doing what she wanted should take precedent over anything else. Her back arched and stretched pressing her breasts against him as she melted into the kiss. But it wasn't one of those lazy soft kisses. Leslie could feel the heat inside her, writhing to get out like an animal clawing to break free of its chains. She whimpered softly against him as her mouth opened slightly and her velvety tongue licked at his lips, egging him on and crying out for more. Her hips bucked slightly against him, feeling his jeans straining against her. One hand tangled in Robbie's hair as the other clutched at his shoulder, finger nails grinding against his shirt. She wanted it off. She wanted it all off. But right now all she could feel was his kiss and his hands on her body. Her body was ignited like a firework rocketing to explosion, every part of her flesh crying out and needing him, wanting him. Wanting this. Her hands slid down his back and tucked inside the back of his jeans and past the elastic of his boxers. Flesh on flesh. Skin to skin. This heat is what she wanted, and there was nothing she would do to stop if, even if she could. This wasn’t right and some part of Robbie knew that, but he couldn’t seem to listen to that little sliver of conscience that whispered about how he was betraying Hope with this. There was a much louder voice, a satisfied rumble as this girl kissed him in a way his girlfriend never had. Hungry. Wanting. Desperate. His jeans suddenly felt much too tight as his body hardened against hers. He groaned his approval as she clawed at his shirt. The fact that it was cold out didn’t register. It was like they were trapped in their own little bubble of heat and desire. Nothing existed outside of this moment. Robbie could have suggested they find someplace else to do this, but that would have required stopping. Instead, he backed her up until she was right against the tree. His lips pulled more fiercely at hers as his hands roamed freely over her curves. Even through the dress she wore, he could feel her body respond to him and it was an amazing feeling. There was no hesitation, no asking him to slow down. This girl wanted it as much as he did. His hand fastened itself to her hip, pulling her more flush against him as his own hips rolled towards her. This was... he needed this. All thoughts of Hope, of anything fled as he was consumed with how much he needed what this girl could do for him. Leslie moaned and pressed against him as she felt the tree behind her. Her mouth on his, their tongues swirling together. So hot, even in the cold. She cold see her breath but it didn't matter, it felt like a sticky summer and all she wanted was to tear her clothes off. The short little skirt part of her dress moved up under Robbie's touch revealing her bare ass and pink lacy thong. His hands felt so good on her, burning her flesh with yearning desire. Moving against the tree, the bark scratching into her bare shoulders and tearing the back of her little, strapless black dress, Leslie moaned. Her hands slid against Robbie's skin under the waistband of his pants. Sliding round his hips to the front of his pants. Her fingers undid the button and the zipper and pulled them down so they dangled down by his knees. She pulled his boxers down, her fingers sliding by the coarse hair. She ran her fingernails back up his thigh lightly, cradling his balls then sliding gently up his length, just enough to give him a shiver through his body. Leslie was breathing hard, only the sound of her heart and the blood whooshing through her head penetrated her otherwise focused mind. She wanted this, bad, but that little pang of fear and guilt in her stomach acted up again. He had a girlfriend! But she wasn't here, and this didn't mean anything. It's not cheating if they didn't love each other, she told herself. It was just them, together, two bodies, one night. Tilting her head back, one hand on Robbie's shoulder and the other on the tree, Leslie lifted her legs so they wrapped around his waist. and pulled him against her, his body taking her weight as she hovered just above him, her panties soaked and bunched over to the side. She'd never done anything like this before, couldn't even remember seeing anything like this before, though if she were to stop and think about she'd remember Alicia and Tiffany bawling their eyes out like hormonal pregnant ladies watching The Notebook. "Robbie," his name was like a whisper on the wind. For the first time ever, she was glad her mom had put her on birth control since she was 13. Leslie's thumb ran alongside his jaw line as she waited for his next move. |