*;New Chapterr;* There I sat on the ground, I had ripped the blindfold off immediately after they left, and it's been about 5 hours since they took their leave. I wouldn't dare to venture off on my own and get even more lost. I'd have to trust them to come back for me, and it sickened me, knowing my life was in their hands. So in the mean time and to keep from developing a severe case of hypothermia, I built a fire that was raging. I have always been an outdoorsy type of girl, so it wasn't a problem. My dinner however was, cuts and scrapes scattered around my legs and arms, created by trees and prickly bushes. I finally found some edible berries behind the biggest prickle bush I've ever seen, geez that hurt. I was currently simmering my berry soup in the fire, they had kindly left me a lone little pail{note the sarcasm}, and I had it hanging from a stick hanger of sorts. I'm very resourceful when it comes down to life or death situations, not that I've been in very many. Sounds came from everywhere, and my dammed blind eyes couldn't depict anything from the creepy dark green surroundings, the fires light threw dancing shadows everywhere. I'm pretty sure there aren't any large game in Lizard Creek. No Lizards either, it was named after an old guy who founded it, and also 'protected' the land from Native Americans back in the colonial days. So I didn't really have anything to worry about, never once were there wild bear attacks or feral animal related deaths recorded in our towns history. Suddenly the sound of footsteps broke through my pathetic attempt at keeping myself preoccupied. I look up and spot a silhouette of what seems to be a man. Oh goodness, has Aaron came back 'for more'? I inwardly groan and stand up, but as I do I realize Aaron doesn't have red-brown hair, or hiking boots. The only characteristics that stood out in the off-thrown light of the fire. Real fear coiled it's nasty slithering body around my spine, "W-who are you?!" I scrambled backwards as he moved towards me, he put a hand outwards towards me as if to say 'it's okay'. But I hardly doubt getting ditched in the woods for a full 24 hours with nothing but a small pail, and then a seemingly threatening man comes along and doesn't want you to be alarmed, seems to show it's 'ok'. "My name is Ryan. Calm down, I know who you are. You are in my younger brothers Trigonometry class. Jason Craftor, is his name. What are you doing out here?" he inquires, and relief spreads throughout me, Jason is one of my best friends, and I know who Ryan is. I just didn't know it was him. "Hazed by the Hazardous Hazers." I simply shrug, "But why are you out here?" "I was heading to check my coon traps. Come on let's get you out of here, my cabin isn't very far from here." *** Once we arrived, I welcomed the warmness, he had an electrical generator that powered all the necessary appliances. It was very modern but homey. I stepped into the small but cozy living area, and Ryan handed me sweats to sleep in, and a plate of food; my favorite, mashed potatoes and roast. It must be warned up from his dinner today. "Thanks." I say. "Yeah no problem, I'll step out and let you get changed." once I got a better look at him in the warm glow of the kerosene lamps, I saw how good looking he was. A strong straight nose, a deeper emerald green eyes than that of Aarons, the perfect male cheekbones, a very strong jaw, and rich 'run-your-fingers-through-constantly' dark auburn hair. "Oh ok." I say, my eyes lingered on his figure visible through his thermal T-shirt, at least a six pack of luscious abs. Quickly I realized where my eyes were and how inappropriately long they had stayed. I look at his face again and he's frozen in place, his eyes roving my own curvy body, in the same 'barely covering my goods' tank and 'cheerleader booty shorts'. The mutual attraction was thick in the air, the electrical feeling from it had my body covered in gooseflesh even though I was completely warm from his gaze. "So I'll let ya get to it." he clears his throat. And quickly steps out of the room. Sorry! The stupid 'and sign' cut everything off from last chapter. I feel so bad, but I hope you guys love Ryan . So question; Team Nate, Team Aaron, or Team Ryan? There will deff be some action between Ryan and our main girl Jersey while they stay all warm and toasty in that tiny cabin secluded in the hills of Lizard Creek. The same hackneyed situation I dream of being in, with a mucho Guapo Hombre como Ryan. Love ya dolls, MikalaMariee
Later on after I was changed, I decided not to change from my tank top, and just wore his sweat pants; we were sitting on the floor playing operation of all games. And I must admit I was beginning to feel like he should operate on me, with the heat glazed looks he keeps kindly throwing at me. Plus, I had to admit I was losing, badly. I swear he is distracting me on purpose! One minute I am so close to getting Spongebob's Krabby Patty thing out and the next, I feel his breath on my neck, and my prongs instantly start buzzing. I look down to see my hand flatly pressing them onto the metal. The tension was so thick in the air, you could cut with a butter knife. I couldn't breathe correctly, and my heart was doing repetitive heart attacks of their own. I feel his fingers grasping my chin and tipping it upwards until we are eye level. The look in his eye scared me, but it also further kindled my own fire. All of a sudden I basically attack him. My legs straddling his body, and my heat flushed skin radiated throughout the warmly lit room. My lips crashed upon his and he returned it feverishly, my hands bracketed his face as his went down to wrap around my waist. It felt as if he was breathing molten magma down my throat into my chest and it flowed down into my other regions. Our actions become so rough and urgent that he falls backwards narrowly missing hitting his head on the foot rest by the couch. I take advantage of this and start unbuttoning his shirt planting sweet kisses along his strong and tanned chest. His hands were rubbing slow tangible circles along my ribcage, and I couldn't breathe anymore. I sit up from my position to catch my lungs again. "Whoa. I'm sorry, I have no clue where that came from." I whisper, looking down into his raging lust filled eyes, my own must have reflected the same look. "I must apologize to, for I don't know how I let myself lose control. You are only 16." he murmured, his fingers pressing more circles into my thigh. "Yet you are just a mere 3 years older." I return running my hands down his chest. The situation started to lessen with heat and he sat up, efficiently removing me from his lap. I couldn't help but let that untended movement place a bit of hurt in my chest. I didn't love him, but it still felt like a rejection. "Do you have your truck here?" I whisper gathering my knees to myself. "Yes. Why?" he asks watching me, his eyes unreadable. "Because I think it's time for me to go home." I stand up and stretch, my locked knees popped and I yawned. He looks up at me, watching my every movement. "Look Jersey, I dont think it's a good idea to go home just yet." his eyes unreadable once again, how does this boy do that. "I do." I say simply and crawl up on the couch. "Why?" he inquires, sitting next to me, I move all the way over putting a good two cushions between us. "Look I appreciate what you've done for me greatly, but...I obviously embarrassed myself thinking you wanted me." I turn away from him trying not to cry. I don't know why I was being like this when we didn't even really know each other. I feel like I'm going crazy. "whoa hold on; you think I don't want you?! That's far from the truth, I want you. Badly. But it'd be illegal. I'm 19 and you are 16. I've graduated and you've just started. It's not possible." he looked at me intently. The air thickened up again, but not like last time, this time it thickened with an awkwardness. "It's...not like I wanted to do *that* with you; at least not when I hardly know you. I just wanted to kiss, I've never done anything like this before. I mean my being inexperienced obviously affects how I...perform. But it doesn't mean that I don't feel what you feel." my chin rested on my knees, and I still had the stupid urge to cry. "I know you felt the same way. And I realize that you didn't want to go all the way, which is why if we didn't stop when we did, I wouldn't have been able to control myself." realization dawned on me. Hey started this chappy at 6 am and just finished it at 9:55 am, stupid school. Oh well, hope ya enjoy! Love ya dolls, MikalaMariee
Really? I know I have more than five readers; and I know I have a chapter ready to post any second if they put their name on the list.
ME ME ME MEEEE! You know, we just discussed hazing today (I finally understand what it iss!) and I thought of this awesome story!