The Kid met me at my car and we walked up the steps to his apartment. He's 20, he's a boy, and his dad is currently occupying his living room; needless to say I was terrified of what I would see when he opened the door. The first thing I saw was a full sized blow up mattress on the floor, a TV on mute, and piles of clothes; a couch shoved against the wall, but with the coats on it I assumed it doesn't get much use. There were bags of trash propped against the wall in the kitchen. Before I could take any more information in I was being shoved against the bedroom door frame. He was kissing my neck, grabbing at my clothes; I could feel him hard against me. He grabbed my waist and led me backward into his room.
I've always thought that it's awkward to walk backwards and I was a little overwhelmed trying not to fall over while continuing to kiss him. He doesn't know me that well or else he wouldn't make me multi-task. He pushed me down on the "bed" and my arm brushed against his dresser, knocking down a half eaten bowl of ramen and some left over milk in a plastic cup. We both just watched it fall, some of it landed on my hands and forearms as I try to shield myself from the mess, but most of it ended up on the floor. I continued to stare at this mess until he reached down and picked up one of the socks he kicked off and wiped my arms clean. Let me say again, he used his dirty sock. Then he pushed me down on the "bed", straddling me. As he kissed down my neck again, unbuttoning my cardigan I took a moment to look around his room. The "bed" we're laying on was really just a mattress on top of a box spring. There were beer bottles all over his floor and his closet was a mess. He got my attention again because he pulled me up to a sitting position and yanked my dress over my head. I wrapped my legs around his waist and propped myself up on my elbows.
"You're very forward," I told him with what I hope was a flirtatious smile. He leaned in very close to my face, pulled my arms out from under me so I was laying back and whispered "shut up" before he started licking and kissing my neck again. Usually I'm a pretty strong female, but in the bedroom I love to be bossed around and punished when I don't listen. He roughly pushed off my bra straps and instead of unhooking it like a normal person; he just pulled it down under my stomach and began biting my nipples. Of course I had to reach behind my back and undo it, to avoid stretching. Boys never think of things like that.
He continued to kiss down my body and very quickly all those thoughts of mine were quiet. He bit and sucked the inside of my thighs, teasing me. His hands pulling at my nipples, I pulled at his hair and even quietly begged him to touch me. He looked up at me while his tongue traced my panty line. "I am touching you."
