Seventeen - Eric (October)
Since that event, on our 17th birthday in September, when my homophobic father caught us in a compromising situation, we knew that I couldn’t stay in Thebes anymore. Although he didn’t see us kissing, he’s not oblivious. It was evident from our swollen lips and her hair was wild mess. That night, I ran away from home with Morgan. Ever since, I have been staying in their trailer, as a temporary solution. Fortunately, I never had to return to the oppressive environment of my father’s house. Fortunately, Morgan’s father, Coach Tyler, took me in and made sure I was safe. My mom will come to pick me up during the Christmas break. I’m certain my mom will love Morgan; she’s always been fond of her. I still have a few days before I head to Florida with my mom and brother.
This is still October, I have a few months left before I say goodbye to this place and Morgan. The thought of not having my Morgan close to me is already crushing my soul. But before that I want to spend as many hours as possible with Morgan. After the incident on our birthday night, we confessed our love for each other but right after that the situation around us was so tensed with police and social care involved, that we didn’t manage to get each other alone. Even though I am staying in their trailer, her Dad is stayed home the whole September. We haven’t had the chance to tell anyone else about our feelings. Now, after the incident and Morgan’s coming out, coach Tyler is more protective of Morgan. I don’t blame him, after what Morgan been through, I would also do everything in my control to protect her form anything.
I lie comfortably on her bed, resting my head on a small pillow that rests on Morgan’s lap. It’s a rare moment of solitude for just the two of us. I notice that she’s becoming more at ease around me, and it fills me with joy. I’m wearing my glasses, which Morgan seems to have a fondness for, perhaps a little too much for our own good.
“Coach Tyler... I mean... your Dad, is he out in town?” I ask casually, glancing at the notes in my hand.
She flashes a smile and replies, “Why? Are you getting any ideas?”
Oh, shit. “No, not at all. It was just a simple question, Morgan,” I lie. “But now that you mention it, do you want me to get any ideas?” I wink playfully, causing her cheeks to flush, making her look even more beautiful. “You’re blushing,” I tease.
“No, Eric, I’m not blushing. Now, shut up and concentrate,” she retorts.
“Okay,” I respond, trying my best to focus.
She begins absentmindedly running her long, soft fingers through my hair. My hair is still short, but it has grown long enough for someone to easily run her fingers through it. Occasionally, she looks down, and I catch a glimpse of her enormous, dark brown eyes, which I’ve adored since we were twelve and she fell from a tree.
The sensation from her gentle touch intensifies, sending a jolt from head to toe and causing my body to involuntarily shake. She immediately start to withdraw, without hesitation, I grab her hand before she can and lock eyes with her, saying, “No... please, don’t stop. I like it.” With that, I guide her hand back into my hair. She gives me a questioning look, as if to ask why I flinched earlier, but I choose to ignore it and return to the page I was reading.
We’re both studying for our exams, and as we have English in common, we try to study together. But man, no matter how hard I try to focus on that line on the page, my mind keeps drifting back to the amazing feeling of her fingers running through my hair.
The last time we kissed was on our 17th birthday, which happened to be the day Morgan came out to me as trans and we had our ‘grown-up kiss’. It wasn’t our first kiss, but it was the first time we knew exactly what we wanted. We couldn’t tell our parents about any of that given the whole situation, though.
There was this one time when I tried to hug Morgan, but she seemed a bit uncomfortable. Maybe she was self-conscious or struggling with body image issues. I don’t know the reason, so I kept my hands to myself, even though I desperately wanted to touch her. I craved her touch, and now that I’m being touched, by her, I can feel my blood rushing south and it’s making me a little worried. I’m lying flat on my back, hoping I don’t get an erection in this state. I don’t want her to think I’m a pervert and lose trust in me or never want to touch me again.
I’m willing to do whatever she wants with me. I’m more than happy to be her experimental subject for love, romance, or sex — I really don’t care. But I don’t want to make her feel pressured into anything.
So I beg my body to cooperate with me. But the slow strokes of those long fingers are driving me insane. I cleared my throat “do you know that this question is not gonna be in the exams?“. What the fuck am I saying! I have no clue but I just wanna concentrate on something else or try to busy my head with something else.
She could totally smell my bullshit, and I could see her biting back a grin. Is she doing that on purpose? Is she aware of how her touch affects me? I blurt out, “What? Why are you grinning?” She looks at me like she has no clue what year it is, but I can totally see her cheeks turning red.
Fine, if she wants to play this ‘I’m so innocent’ game, I tell myself.
So, I scowl and turn my gaze back to my notes.
Noticing my irritation, she offers, “I didn’t laugh.” When I don’t respond, she gently pokes my shoulder.
“What?” I mutter, trying to sound a bit annoyed.
“I really didn’t laugh.”
“Morgan, I know you well enough to confidently say when you’re lying to me. You’re a terrible liar,” I say, pointing my finger at her and playfully pushing her nose.
“Okay, well, don’t you think I can also sense when you’re bullshitting just to distract yourself from something?”
“Fair enough,” I huff out.
Then she starts moving her fingers again, teasing me in the sweetest way possible. It’s pure torture. I have no clue how to control this intense sexual desire whenever she’s near. Ever since that mind-blowing kiss on our 17th birthday, I can’t help but want to kiss her senseless every time she’s around. And now, with her soft fingertips caressing my scalp and her delicate, long fingers running through my hair, it’s nearly impossible to keep any semblance of self-control.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” I mutter, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks from this sweet torment.
“Is it working?” she fires back with a mischievous smile.
Oh, she definitely knows. I prop myself up on my elbow, giving her a look. “Seriously, Morgan? You’re such a tease, you know that, right?”
“What? Why?” she feigns innocence, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. Then she starts giggling and blushing even more, unable to contain her laughter. It’s infectious, and I can’t help but smile too.
The sound of her laughter does something to me. I feel like I would do anything to hear it again and again, no matter the cost. Once she catches her breath, she mumbles, “I’m sorry,” before bursting into laughter again.
“Mm hmm, are you though?” I meet her gaze, but she tries to evade it, hiding behind her hair. Guilty as charged. I reach out, running my finger through her hair, delicately tucking it behind her ear.
As I touch her, her eyes flicker up to meet mine, and in that moment, we lock eyes, feeling an undeniable intensity between us. I feel my heart skips a beat and my dick twitches in my pant, as though, suddenly it received some sort of special signal. Fuck.
I was semi-hard already from all that teasing and her playing with my hair, but it was not that obvious. Now, it is kind of obvious that I am almost sporting a full erection. I am not particularly small, and I am also 17 years old. Sue me. I am turned on by her touch.
She also happens to be the girl I sexually desire. My body is almost always ready to go when it comes to her. I keep my body in check by constantly reminding myself that if I cross some boundaries, I will definitely mess up our relationship.
“Can I kiss you? Please?” I mustered up enough courage to ask. I bite my lower lip, and I notice that her gaze is fixated on my lips. Can I feel any more aroused? Apparently, I can.
She nods, but at the same time, it’s as if she’s searching for a place to hide her face, overwhelmed by shyness.
“You’re always so shy, like a little girl. You weren’t this shy even a year ago; what changed?” I tease, causing her to blush even more.
“Hmm, let’s see... “First of all, it was long ago, and we were just friends back then and kids, and I was confused why I like you the way I do,” she retorts, biting out her words.
“What do you mean ‘we were’?” I press, pretending to be confused by her response.
“Shut up; you know exactly what I mean,” she replies, her cheeks growing even redder. She avoids looking at me, and I can’t help but realize how deeply in love I am with this girl. I yearn for her to meet my gaze. “No, I don’t. Please enlighten me, Morgan, and look at me for fuck’s sake.”
She lets out a frustrated huff and blurts out, “Eric, I’m doing my best to keep my hands to myself and not rip your clothes off and kiss you senseless.”
Fuck me... I’m gone. I’m so fucking hard now. I better go to the bathroom and relieve my aching cock.
We are both quiet for a few seconds when she speaks again: “Are you happy now? Now that you know how I feel?” Her vulnerable tone, my vulnerable Morgan—it squeezes my heart.
I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Okay, what’s stopping you?” Where did that come from? I have no idea.
“Stopping me from what?” She gives me a confused look.
“From doing whatever you just described..you know, ripping my clothes off..” I say it with a grin.
“Okay, stop... I know what I said.” She looks at me, and our eyes lock. She huffs out a long breath. “Eric, I want to touch you. You have no idea how badly I want that.”
Fuck me... “Go on,” I say with a smug face.
She narrows her eyes, and I laugh while putting both hands in the air. But when she looks again, she continues, “But... I don’t want you to touch me; I don’t want anyone to touch me.”
“And why is that, Morgan? Do you think I’ll hate you if I touch you?”
“No. Because I don’t want to touch myself. I hate my body or certain parts of my body,” she says in one breath. I’ve never experienced such self-disdain, so I can only attempt to comprehend her pain, but I know I’ll never truly understand the depths of it.
I sit up fully from where I was lying and face her, bringing my face really close. “How about you tell me which body parts are off-limits, and I promise...” Before I can finish my sentence, Morgan’s lips are pressed against mine. She grabs my face with both hands, her eyes closed and her eyebrows drawn together, as if she’s trying to concentrate. Her face holds so many emotions, it’s hard to name them all. I’m not sure why she suddenly kissed me, but I suppose she didn’t want me to talk about her body parts anymore.
I can’t help but close my own eyes, overwhelmed by the touch of her soft lips.
We stay frozen in that position, neither of us moving. Unsure of where I can touch her, I nervously place my hands on her shoulders. As our lips part, a surge of elation rushes through my veins. She starts sucking on my lower lip, causing an involuntary groan to escape from within me. Under normal circumstances this would make me question a thing or two but I am too far from being able to think straight.
Carefully, I slide my hand up and rest it on the back of her slender neck. She tenses momentarily at my touch, but soon relaxes into it, and our kiss deepens.
I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable about her body by touching somewhere she doesn’t want to be touched. So, I decide to keep my hand on her neck or beneath her ears.
Soon, we’re engaged in a passionate kiss, our lips fervently locked together. The sweet scent of her fills my senses, like candy or strawberries dipped in chocolate. I wish I could consume her, savoring every delectable piece It must be a sin to have such a delicious and such a special girl so close to me. I need to tell her how much I want her and that I am ready to take her any way she wants me. But we just kept on kissing like two horny teenager.
My fingers glide up her neck, finding their way into her soft hair. With a gentle tug, a moan escapes from her lips and mingles with our kiss. The sound alone nearly brings me to the edge, I am so close. Jeez, this is gonna be embarrassing. An overwhelming surge of arousal threatening to overwhelm me. I swear, this is the hottest moment of my life. I wish Morgan had come to this realization sooner, and I could have kissed her every day! I could stay like this forever and die a happy man.
Suddenly, her tongue brushes past mine, and I’m on the verge of losing control and shooting my load in my pant like a preteen. Why is it so incredibly sexy, and why does it feel so damn right? This isn’t my first time, but it’s undoubtedly the most amazing one. This is exactly how a kiss should feel.
Her left hand continues to explore my body, traveling past my chest and landing on my torso. All rational thoughts vanish, leaving me blank and unable to think coherently.
Being an athlete who plays football, I spend a lot of time working out, and her fingers trace over the visible results of my hard work. I intentionally flex my abs, causing her to inhale sharply through her nose. Internally, I smile, feeling confident about my physique. I hope that one day she can feel the same way about her own body.
I’m barely holding it together now. I’m trembling from our intense kiss and her touch. Every spot her hand has grazed on my skin feels like it’s on fire. I somehow manage to break the kiss, both of us gasping for air, and find the words to say, “Morgan, we have to stop... otherwise, I will...“. Before I can finish my sentence, she grabs the front of my t-shirt, pulling me in closer, and starts kissing me again. This time, with even more intensity and passion. It’s clear she has no intention of slowing down or stopping.
Her finger traces down my happy trails. Her relentlessly maddening fingers tease the hairs along my happy trail, drawing out huffs and groans from me as I desperately try to hold onto something to keep myself steady. My head is spinning and everything seems hazy. I fear I’ll fall if I let go of her. She continues downward, placing her hands on my belt buckle, and for a moment, nerves wash over me. My heart rate picks up.
But instead of undoing my belt, her hands continue to roam, descending further from my happy trails. As soon as those relentlessly teasing fingers reaches my erection, I moan in pleasure and relief. Finally my erection is getting the attention, it is begging for this whole time. She seems to have figured out the effect her touch has on me, so she repeats a similar motion. I almost pass out from that but my eyes flutter open in disbelief and she gives one last gentle squeeze, our lips part and I gasp for air. Before I can process anything my hips shudder, I feel my balls contract and just like that, without warning, I am coming.A noise escapes me, that doesn’t even sound like me. I come in my pants, as a preteen.
Still panting heavily, I lean my forehead in her shoulder. I am too embarrassed now to look into her eyes. She isn’t stupid, I am sure she knows what just happened. I don’t remember coming so much and so fast. I have much better control over my body than this but apparently I am completely powerless when it comes to Morgan. My head is buzzed and room smells like sex.
I release my grip on her body and sink back onto her bed. Morgan eases herself on top of me and plants a kiss on my lips and whispers “That was amazing.“I can feel her smile against my lips. “Yeah...” I mutter, my words barely coherent.
She nestles beside me, her head finding its place on my neck. “Did I...? Was it... alright? Are you feeling okay?” She asks, her voice betraying both genuine curiosity and carrying a hint of seeking validation. She longs to know that she’s made me happy, and it melts my heart to see her vulnerability in that moment.
Okay? I feel incredible, like I’m floating on cloud nine. A smile creeps onto my face. “Yeah, absolutely! Just a little embarrassed,” I admit, keeping my eyes closed. She lifts her head to make sure. She looks at my satiated state, before settling back into the crook of my neck, pressing a tender kiss against my skin.
We’re just getting started. I know there will be more opportunities, I’m certain of it. In fact, I want to experience it again and again. Hopefully, I can last longer next time. I should have jerked-off before, but as they say, there’s always another chance. And I can’t wait to seize it.
