Chapter Thirty Four Day Trip (Part 2)

Farrah

Asher and I have parked up at a beach on our way home. It was getting late and cold, so we had to leave the waterfalls. I wish we could have stayed longer. It has been an incredible day. That place was like another world. We were going to come back again and bring our friend’s next time. We had spent our day swimming, exploring, taking photos, messing around and stealing kisses.

“Today has been great, Asher, thank you,” I said.

“You are welcome, sweetness,” He smiles, kissing the top of my head.

We are snuggled up in the back seat of his car after having something to eat and a coffee. I rolled over, facing him. His backseat wasn’t too big, so it was a tight squeeze for us, but I don’t mind. I liked being this close to him.

Asher reaches in, pushing the hair away from my face.

“You are so beautiful, Farrah,” He whispers.

“I am not,” I said, shaking my head.

It doesn’t matter how many times he tells me that I will not believe it.

“Yes, you are,” He said, pressing his lips to mine.

I whimper, holding onto him and pushing my body tightly to his. Asher moans into the lip, gripping onto me. I was addicted to his kisses. I may be slightly addicted to him. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, not breaking the kiss one.

He ran his hands down my back, resting them on my ass and held me to his body. I roll my hips into him, causing him to grunt into my lips.

I don’t know what I was doing right now, but my hormones were going crazy. I just needed something, a little friction if you like. I wasn’t ready to have sex with him. It was way too soon for that.

“Shit, Farrah, what are you doing, baby girl,” He mumbles to my lips.

Did he want me to stop? I removed my lips from his and sat upon his stomach, looking down at him.

“Sorry,” I said, “I will move,” I added sadly.

I sigh and go to move off him, but he stopped me.

“Farrah, what’s wrong?” He asks, confused.

“Nothing, you want me to stop, so I stopped,” I shrug.

I don’t know why, but I was feeling a little rejected right now. I know I probably shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it.

“Hey now, don’t even go there, Farrah. I know what you are thinking right now,” He said, “It isn’t that at all. I am not rejecting, I just don’t want us getting carried away, and you end up doing something you regret,” He added, stroking my hips

When he puts it like that, it makes more sense. I was just silly for a moment.

“I wasn’t going to have sex with you, Asher,” I giggle, “I was going for some making out, touching and a little friction,” I added.

“Mmm, well, in that case,” He smirks.

I laugh, shaking my head and move to kiss him again. Any thoughts from before had disappeared. We soon got into a heated make-out session, hands wondering. There was maybe a little grinding too. I was getting turned on, and by the feel of things, he was too, it a little more evident than mine.

“We should probably stop,” I whisper, separating from him.

“Yes, good idea or things may start getting uncomfortable,” He pants out.

“Asher, are you sure you are OK with waiting? Because I don’t think that will be something I am ready for too soon,” I said honestly.

“I am positive, I promise,” He smiles, “No pressure, no rush,” He adds, sitting up.

He steals one last kiss before we need to get back on the road home again, or I would be late for curfew. We still had an hour and a half drive to go before we got back.

“Come here, beautiful,” Asher smiles as he drives.

I move to rest my head on his shoulder, and he slips his arm around me, and I rest one of my hands on his knee. I grin to myself. I was utterly smitten with him.

***
Asher pulled up outside my house, and I still had a few minutes before I had to head inside. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him. If anyone asked me what my perfect day was, I would have said today.

“I think you should stay with me tonight?” I asked softly.

“How am I going to do that?” He questions.

“Sneak in my bedroom window, and leave early tomorrow,” I suggest, “But, if you don’t want to, that is OK too,” I added, shrugging.

I didn’t want to come across as needy, but I liked having him sleeping next to me. If I wake up to him, it will be a good start to a shitty day. I know school was going to be hell tomorrow. I can only imagine what Paul has been telling people or will tell people.

“I want to,” He smiles, “I will park up the street a little, and you can text me when it is time to come in,” He adds.

I smile brightly, kissing him before heading inside. My parents were still up, but they would go to bed soon. I stopped to have a quick chat with them, telling them I was going straight to bed because I know if I did that, then they wouldn’t come into my room.

I changed myself into my pjs before opening the window and texting Asher. Only moments later, he was coming up the drainpipe and in my window.

“I am rubbing off on you. It would seem,” He smirks.

“Hmm, maybe a little,” I laugh.

Asher stripped down to his boxers, and we got into my bed. We could talk, but we need to be quiet. I felt a little naughty sneaking him into my bedroom like this. I didn’t think I would ever do something like that.

“I don’t want to go to school tomorrow,” I state, cuddling into him.

“Then don’t go,” He said, “We can ditch,” He added.
“No, I can’t do that, plus, I will need to face them at some point,” I said.

“I promise, Farrah, I got you. None of them will get near you,” He said, stroking my hair.

I believed him, but I can’t expect Asher to be there all the time and fight my battles for me. I need to deal with it myself, too. I can’t let them get to me.

“Thank you,” I said, nuzzling his neck.

I didn’t want to say more than that, not tonight. I was too tired to think about it.

“We should get some rest,” He speaks, giving me a goodnight kiss.

We get ourselves settled down, Asher keeping me close. I felt fine right now, safe, and I will hold onto that feeling for tonight. I was ready for tomorrow, as prepared as I can be.

“Goodnight, beautiful, and don’t you worry your pretty little head about tomorrow,” He whispers in my ear.

“Goodnight, babe,” I said.

He would need to leave early tomorrow morning in case my parents come in. I don’t think they would be thrilled catching him in bed. He would be a dead man if he were. He had set his alarm early, so it isn’t something I need to worry about on top of everything.

I am just happy that he agreed to come and stay with me tonight. We may need to make a habit of it.