Free Pick-me-up by Cecilia La France

the
floor while she fixed the sheets and straightened the comforter. A
new comforter would help the room out a lot. She could even buy it
herself if she could get some money. She made a mental note to
start searching for jobs tomorrow. Not many places hired
15-year-olds, but there were two fast food places in town that
would. Mom will let me out of my grounding for work, she
thought.
    She took out the two worksheets Gorman
assigned for her to complete. She shuddered to look at them, but
she grabbed a pen off the clutter on her desk and hit play on her
CD player--and stopped before she even made it back to the bed. The
song playing was one Tim had played for her on his MP3 player. She
didn’t own the CD. She had only downloaded it onto her player. She
double checked the stereo and confirmed it was the CD playing. She
stood over it looking absolutely puzzled.
    “It’s about time.”
    Katelyn jumped in fright and clutched her
arms to her chest. She sucked in a great gulp of air, but was
unable to breathe as she watched the closet door push the rest of
the way open.
    She nearly exploded in relief when she saw it
was Tim that was emerging from her closet.
    “Oh my God,” she was finally able to say,
combined with shocked laughter. “Oh my God,” she said in a shouted
whisper. She looked to her bedroom door and quickly went to lock
it. She turned back around to see Tim throw himself casually on her
bed.
    “We seem to spend a lot of time in the
bedroom,” he said slyly. “And I usually like to get to know a gal
first.”
    Katelyn was still in shock at his presence,
but jumped down beside him and punched him playfully in the chest.
“You scared the shit out of me!”
    Tim blocked her light hits with his arms.
    “How did you get in here?” Katelyn asked in
absolute awe. "How do you know where I live?"
    Tim grabbed her wrists to end her
half-hearted punches and with little effort was quickly over her,
lightly pinning her hands on either side of her head. Katelyn found
herself momentarily breathless again. “I’ve come to rescue my
lady,” he joked. He kept his green eyes intently on her blue eyes.
Katelyn willed herself to return his look, to answer the intensity
in them. “It sounds like you’ve had a rough day,” he continued
softly. “I thought I’d kiss it and make it better.”
    He lowered his lips onto hers, his eyes
closing in the process. Katelyn closed hers and let her other
senses take over. His kiss was light and lingering, enough to warm
her whole body, which was already quite warm with his body
stretched out over hers. They’d never been this close. She could
feel the length of him extend over her and the strength in the
muscles of the one leg thrown over one of hers.
    His lips pulled away and she opened her eyes
to find him looking at her. She searched them now, looking into
them for the assurance words could not provide, but what this
moment was offering as truth. Both Katelyn and Tim stayed silent,
and then Katelyn felt his hands spread out along her wrists and
gently smooth out her own palm, aligning his fingers along hers. He
put the slightest pressure on her fingertips, the smallest
caress.
    She answered back by weaving her fingers into
his and lifting her head up to kiss his lips. She shut down the
doubts about whether she was reacting correctly and just obeyed her
body. She wanted his kiss again, but stronger than before. Her
breathing became urgent. He let her take a kiss and followed her
exhale with a stronger kiss. She gripped his hands, and together
they explored the different feelings of each kiss.
    He drew his mouth to her cheek and kissed
gently. She inhaled as if for the first time and then relaxed into
his new attention, gentle touches down the side of her chin until
he reached her neck. There he began to trace gently with his
tongue. Katelyn felt a sensation stronger than any she’d ever had
before. It was beastly and sexually charged. It scared her and she
turned her head into him,