Ты had been watching re-runs of Mickey мышь in your room, wishing Ты could see your boyfriend, Two-Bit, but you’re grounded. Ты slipped off your jean shorts and started looking for something of Two-Bit’s that Ты could wear. As Ты Поиск for his Избранное hoodie, Ты hear a knock on your window. Ты look and see your Избранное greaser guy standing there. Ты slide open the window and he kisses Ты before Ты could say something. Ты pulled away from him and whispered, “What are Ты doing here? Ты know I’m grounded!” He climbed into your purple room and wrapped his arms around you, “I couldn’t go another минута without seeing my little Miney Mouse.” Ты sat back down on your постель, кровати and Two-Bit lied down Далее to you. He began brushing his fingers through Ты hair, “You know what we haven’t done in a long time…” Ты turned around quickly, “Keith, we aint doing it right now!” Ты whisper-shouted, “We can’t, not with my mom sleeping Далее to my room.” “Awe c’mon.” He сказал(-а) pulling Ты close to him. He sucked on my neck and I giggled trying to pull him off of me. “Two-Bit stop!” Ты paused after detaching him from your neck, “Did Ты bring your car here?” Ты ask him. His face lights up, “Yeah! Let’s go!” Ты shush him, “Shut up! Okay, but a quick one. Let me grab some shorts.” He laughed, “I’m just gonna take them off of ya anyways.” Ты laughed at him and hopped out the window. Good thing it’s a one-story house, Ты can sneak out so much easier. Ты guys run to his car, laughing and holding hands. He opens the door and Ты lay down on the back seat. He gets on вверх of Ты then slams the door behind him, “Now where were we?” He questioned but Ты interrupted him by pulling down his воротник and roughly Поцелуи him. He already stuck his hand down your underwear, rubbing your slits. Your spine curled as he hit your G-spot. Ты could feel him laughing as he kissed you. Ты pushed away from him, “Why are Ты laughing?” Ты asked him, “Were doing it in my car.” He giggled. Ты just smiled and pulled him back to your face. Even though Ты guys were having sex, Ты two still made jokes. Ты undid his ремень, пояс, пояса and pushed down his pants probably to his knees или so. He pulled his hands away from your underwear and slipped it under Ты shirt, cupping your breast. The Kiss was getting sloppier, but Ты didn’t care. Ты ran your fingers through his sandy brown greaser hair. He removed his lips from yours and pulled his hand out of your shirt, “And now for the best part.” Ты laughed at him, but Ты loved the way he could joke around with anything. He slid down your panties and pushed his length into you. Ты moaned as Ты through your head back and bit your lip. He pressed his hand down against the seat, hovering his face over yours. He pushed in and out, Ты moaned, “Faster, babe… Faster!” He did as Ты commanded. Ты dug your nails into his back; Two-Bit cringed but kept pumping inside you. In and out, up and down, he continued to push. He yelled, “AWE FUCK!” and he climaxed at the same time as Ты did. He leaned his head down and breathed heavily. Ты pulled up his chin, and looked him straight into his big tired eyes, “I Любовь Ты so much Two-Bit.” He kissed Ты softly, then looked around at his car, “Man, we sure did fog up the windows.”
Ты started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” Ты thought. But he couldn’t. Ты used to be best friends.
Ты walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that Ты sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” Ты laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
Ты smile at him. He runs toward Ты a scoops Ты up into a big медведь hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set Ты down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed Ты too.” Ты squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn Ты were like, nine the last time we saw you? Эй, Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And Ты locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Иисус have a scary beard?” My eight год old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve год old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep by now.
(Y/N) was at home, on постель, кровати rest. Ella или Robert could be born any день now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.