The Wright One

JUSTIN

After Hannah left, I decided to stay over since my mom was watching Caden. I figured it would make him more comfortable. He settled right into a guest room and I slept in my old room. Come to think of it, I should have let him sleep in here, because it is too much for me. I am not even sleeping at this point. All I am able to do is look around the room and see everything that reminds me of Hannah.

Everywhere I look. I was sitting at that desk when I first kissed her. I made love to her on this bed. I kissed her standing right there. The first time that I held her in my arms was over by that window. She is in this whole room.

Rolling over on my side, I start to relive the events of our time together in this room.

I was standing in front of the window, lost in thought. Hannah comes in and gets my attention. “Hey, you. Are you ready to get started?”

I just shrug, not even looking away from the window.

She comes and puts her hand on my back. “Is everything alright?”

I shake my head. I would never admit to something so personal in my life, but this was Hannah. I know she would never hold anything against me. “My mom told me when I got home that the dog died. He was just a stupid dog that never listened. But he could play fetch like it was his job.”

She wrapped her arms around me. “It’s going to be ok.” I pulled her into my embrace and held her to my chest. I didn’t even realize how upset I was until she held me. I am crying. I never cry. “We don’t have to study today if you aren’t up to it.” I still held her to me.

“Can you just stay here with me?”

“Yeah, whatever you need.”

She fucking did too. She stayed with me the whole day. We watched movies and she had me tell her stories about the stupid dog that I never liked when it was around because he didn’t listen. But he loved, he was the biggest lover that you would ever meet in your life. She was just there for me. Right when I needed her to be.

I am working on an assignment. She leaned over me and looked over my answers. I can smell her coconut shampoo. I can’t stop thinking about a few days ago when she held me while I cried. Hannah is so cute. I always noticed, even if she keeps herself reserved. People think her glasses look dorky or whatever, but I think they are the cutest thing about her.

She smiles at me. “What are you looking at?”

I smile back. “You.”

She laughs that sweet soft laugh that I love to hear. “Stop fooling around. Get back to work.”

I don’t know what this is, but I can’t stop myself. It’s like I attacked her. My lips smashed into hers. I pulled her closer. Her hands landed on my shoulders and she tried to hold herself steady but I kept pulling her mouth closer to mine. It was like there was a need to breathe. Her lips were air. She broke off the kiss and stepped away. I wanted to pull her back. She was too far away.

“Um, I think I should go.”

“Please don’t. I’ll keep my hands to myself. I really need to pass this test.” I mentally smack myself. I do have to study, if I fail this test I am off the team.

“Why did you do that?”

I smile. “Why not?”

She shakes her head. “Can you finish the sheet?”

I nod. I want to kiss her again, but I am in a situation where I really need to focus. I don’t know how much I will focus with her here, but if she leaves there is no way I will be able to focus. “Yeah, no problem.” Only there is a problem. I am pretty sure I have fallen head over heels for Hannah.

Groaning, I roll to the other side. I know I need to think of something else, but Hannah is my life. She is the mother of my son. I should have ran after her that day. I should have kissed her in front of everyone. I should have let everyone know that she is mine. But I was a chicken shit and didn’t do it.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She seems panicked. She is pacing the floor and looks ready to cry. “Hannah, what are you doing?”

She looks at me with eyes that are a little glassy. “What?”

“You haven’t really said anything to me the whole time that you were here. Is something going on?”

She sighs and plops down on my bed. “I just found out that I can’t afford to go to college. I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out how to do it, but I just can’t.”

I come and sit next to her. “Is there anything I can do? I can talk to my dad, maybe he can call some people.”

She shakes her head. “It isn’t that. I got in. I have scholarships but they don’t cover everything. I don’t have a way to pay for the rest. I was thinking of getting a job, but that would mean that I need to find a job quickly. Tutoring isn’t going to cover it.”

I take her hands. “Let me know what I can do.”

“That’s really sweet of you. It’s just something I would need to figure out on my own.” She starts looking around. “We should probably get to your studies.”

I grip her hand tighter. “Hannah.”

She looks over at me. Those eyes speak volumes to me. “Yeah.” Her voice is soft and almost a whisper.

I can’t hold off anymore. I need to feel her lips. I have to kiss her again. It has been so long. Slowly I lean in. To my surprise she leans in too. Last time it was just me, she kissed me back but that isn’t the same as this. Our lips meet and there is no stopping us. Only problem is that there is nothing stopping me either.

Pushing her back on the bed. My body is hovering over hers. I want her. I have had girls before but no one like Hannah. She is a little shaky and hesitant, but she is slowly pulling my shirt up. Her fingers sliding over my abs. I help her out a little, leaning up and grabbing my shirt by the back of the neck and pulling it over my head. I toss it to the floor. She nibbles on her lip. Nervous, but not backing down. Her fingers return to my body. Gliding up and over my chest.

I pull her lips back out of her mouth and over mine. My hands wander of their own accord. Gripping her leg I pull it up and move her body closer to mine. She moans as our bodies connect. I don’t know if it is her first time or if it isn’t. I don’t want to rush her if it is. But I need her. Pulling her up the bed, I can’t help but want to devour her. Once I get her head on the pillows I start pulling on her clothes. She is letting me. Even pulling on my shorts too. I’m mindful of her glasses, pulling her shirt up and over her head.

It takes a while, because I’ll be honest I am fumbling a little, but I get her down to her panties and bra. She looks breathtaking. “Hannah.”

She looks up at me so trustingly. “It’s ok.”

Leaning back down to kiss her, I can’t stop. It’s like her lips are the best food on the planet and I can’t stop. I pull off the rest of her clothing and lean back to admire her body. She tries to cover herself. “No, you are beautiful.” I slide my hand over her side. Reaching her hands and pulling them away.

She blushes. But I kiss her shoulders and let her know that I actually do like what I see. She pulls me closer. I want to follow, but we need to be safe. Reaching over to the side table I pull out a condom. Pulling down my boxers, I tear open the foil package. Sliding it down my shaft. I want to be with her now.

Next is peeling off the last barriers that we have. That’s what is left on her body. She has on this cute little sexy number that is lacy and white. Innocent like her. She helps by lifting and shifting as I peel off her underwear first then her bra last. Slowly she spreads her legs for me as I slide in between.

“Are you sure, Hannah?”

She pauses, but only for a minute. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Reaching my hand down between us, letting my fingers explore her body. I can feel how slick and wet she is. When she lets out a deep moan of pleasure I want to plunge deep inside her. But I hold off. I am pretty sure this is her first time and I don’t want to ruin it.

She starts rocking her hips back and forth along my hand, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Justin, now, please. I want you inside me.”

There is no way I can hold off anymore. I have to follow her lead. Guiding my dick to her entrance I kiss her too. I want to keep her interested and involved. I want this to be memorable. Her hips rise off the bed to push my dick deeper inside. She doesn’t even flinch. I am guessing now that this isn’t her first time. It pisses me off, but at the same time I have this drive now to be the best that she has ever had. I have to be better than the other guy.

Now, I am not a complete dick. I have researched how to pleasure a woman. I never want to be that guy that just gets his own. Pushing into her I get as deep as I can. She is moaning and writhing. Sliding in and out of her feels amazing. She grips my shoulders and pushes her hips up. I work her body like that a little. Sometimes switching the angle a little and watching her face light up from the new feeling. She loves it. But when I take her right leg up and put it up over my shoulder. Driving into her deeper.

“Justin, I’m close.”

I groan trying to fight my own release. Pushing my thumb into her clit she cries, biting my pillow as her body tightens on mine. Her breath is out of control. Her body shuddered at her release. Mine follows right behind her in a blinding explosion. Pressing my mouth to her neck to quiet the noise that I am making.

When I can finally see again, I slowly lower her leg. But I continue to hold her, not ready for this between us to end. She holds me back, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair.

I start to hear someone in the hall and panic, I don’t think I locked the door. Way quicker than I wanted to, I pulled out of her and jumped up, running for the door to lock it before someone just walked in. Hannah pulled a blanket over herself and made herself a burrito. I get the door locked before anyone can enter.

Turning back to Hannah, I am trying to tell if she regrets it. If she didn’t want it to happen. But I can’t really tell. She is lying there staring at the ceiling. I want to show her that I didn’t regret it though. Discarding the condom, I slide back in the bed with her.

“What do you want to do now?” I ask her as I pull her into my arms.

She sighs, and it sounds like she is releasing all her tension. “Can we just relax today? Like watch a movie or something?”

I smile. “Yeah, I’ll get it all set up. We will watch a movie right here.”

That’s what we did. I gave her one of my t-shirts to put on and I put my shorts back on. Then we snuggled in my bed and watched movies until she needed to go home. It was one of the best days of my life.

Now I am the one staring up at my ceiling wondering how the fuck I could have let myself screw that up. She was perfect right there, in my arms. I pushed her away from some reputation that never mattered much in the long run. No one cares how many friends you had in high school. It is four years that hardly matter in your life. Sometimes you can make friends that will last, or you can do something to screw up your life. I screwed up my life by pushing away the one girl that I enjoyed being with the most.

I can’t lay here anymore, I have to fix this.