26. A solid make-out sesion
I feel really bad and I know see that it really was douche if me. I therefore also see why Karoline was mad at me and I realized that that definitely wasn’t my smartest move.
I look over at Karoline who is switching the place of the knives and forks on each side of the plates. Ty, who has put them on has apparently never learned how to lay a proper table, according to Karoline. I think it’s because he’s left handed. There is only like 20 minutes until the first guests arrive. I walk over to Karoline who just finished her job and slowly tap her shoulder. She turns around and I smile at her.
“Do you want to go up and get changed?” I ask her, while wrapping my left hand around her right arm. She nods and we start walking towards my room.
“Are you going to wear that pretty dress of yours?” I ask her as she walks towards her backpack.
“Yup I, am,” she answers then continues; “What are you going to wear?” I shrug at her as an answer. She then walks towards my wardrobe. She opens the doors and starts going through the stuff that is on hangers. I walk over to her just as she picks out a black blazer and hands it to me.
“Wear this with some jeans and a printed top,” she tells me with a big smile. I think that is one of her biggest qualities - she isn’t afraid of saying what she’s thinking and taking control of different kinds of situations. I take some nice jeans and a top out of the wardrobe and put them on the bed. There is no time for showers, but we both showered this morning, so it’s fine. Karoline is back at her backpack, looking through her stuff. She pulls out the beautiful dress and some black leggings. Even though California is way hotter than the climate she is used to in Denmark, she refuses not to wear leggings under shorts and dresses. I don’t know why that is, seeing she has amazing long legs.
“Can I just change here?” she asks with a quick smirk that she is trying to hide, but I get a small glimpse of it.
“Of course you can babe,” I tell her with a giant smile plastered onto my face. She looks back at me with a smile just as big as mine.
“I was thinking that you could help me maybe?” My jaw drops - did she really just invite me to take of her clothes? That is definitely not a question you can say no to. I get control of my jaw as I walk over to her. I start by taking her hands I mine and slowly lean in to plant my lips on hers. She meets me on the way and our lips start moving in unison. Not after long I take my hands out of hers and place them in her waist as she puts hers on my neck. I slowly glide my hands down her sides and she lets out a small moan onto my lips. I take the opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth, searching through hers. She starts playing with the bottoms strands of my hair. I slide my hands even further down and start fondling her butt. She jumps a bit the first time my hand touches her there, but then goes with it. I slowly move my hands up to the hem of her top and start pulling it upwards. When I reach her the bottom of her breasts I stop and move my hands up cupping them, while lifting my lips of hers moving them down to her neck, trying to find her weak spot. I’m not doing a great job, until I’m almost at her left earlobe. When I kiss her there she lets out a moan and I start liking it lightly. I then start on moving her shirt up and lift it off her head. After that I kiss her again and slide my hands down her sides. I reach the zipper of her jeans and drive it down. Then I go to unbutton the button, but she pulls away from me before I can.
“I am still on my period for one more day, remember?” she asks me giving me a little smile. “Oh yeah I forgot,” I smile at her. This was our first full on make out session, I think. It at least felt like it. It has been a long time since I’ve had this kind of sparkling inside of me, while being close to and kissing another person. I could really get used to this!