In And Out Of Love

We drove to a nearby park and stopped the car in the parking lot. I could feel the excitement burning my insides and making my heart beat faster. I thought that Harry would end up giving me a cardiac arrest at some point if this was my reaction every time things heated up between us. The parking lot was dark, just a few street lights were shining against the dark ground. It was already near 10pm so literally no one was there.

Harry turned the engine off and put the volume of the stereo down a bit. I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a little nervous although I wanted to kiss him so bad. He was just too gorgeous... Just like mom had said. He was beautiful, definitely not handsome in a normal way. There was way more to him and his looks. Harry turned to look at me and didn't waste any time as he took my hand to his and leaned in closer to me.

He was smiling, his dimples still showing in the darkness. He kissed my lips slowly, almost teasing me. He took his time before his tongue entered my mouth gently, touching mine. Although we were kissing slowly and barely touching each other, I could feel a slight pulse appearing between my legs. Harry was an amazing kisser and I wished I could keep on kissing him forever, there was nothing better.

He put his hand lightly on my leg so it was partially touching my tights. His thumb was towards the inside of my leg, pressing my skin a bit harder. The pulse in my crotch was getting stronger. I removed my hand from his and put it behind his neck, feeling his bare skin. Our kiss had deepened and I had to moan as I was getting highly turned on. After I left out a small sound of passion, I could feel Harry smiling to my mouth.

"I could kiss you forever babe. You taste so good... But I'm sure you taste even better down here." Harry said with a thick voice and suddenly placed his hand over my crotch, pressing my pussy. I could feel myself blush with his sudden choice of words but at the same time, I wanted him to taste me.

I didn't exactly know what to answer to him. I wanted to say 'do it' but it was kind of a big deal for me to let him give oral sex to me. Or me to give oral sex to him. I had no idea why it was so different to me than pleasuring each other with our hands, but it was. It had always been. Somehow it felt way more personal.

"Are you okay? Babe?" Harry noticed that I was probably thinking about something as I didn't say anything back to him. He pulled a little away from me and looked straight to my eyes. He also removed his hand from my crotch.

"I'm okay... No, I'm more than okay, I'm perfect. I just... I don't want to sound boring by telling you it's not the right time for that. Oh god, this is embarrassing..." As I said the words out loud I realized how stupid I probably sounded.

"Hey, it's totally alright! I just got a little carried away and yeah, maybe it was a bit too much to say that. I'm sorry, I hope you didn't take it the wrong way. I just find you very attractive and sexy." Harry's sweet response surprised me. He came back closer to me and kissed my lips softly.

"It's fine Harry, I liked that you said that. I really did... You have no idea how much I want you. And I like dirty talk. But I also kind of want to take things a little slower." I said and didn't feel stupid any longer.

"It's a deal, we'll take things as slow as you want. But you shouldn't wear tights with me... They drive me crazy. I just love how they feel." Harry said smiling and placed both of his hands on my legs, moving them up and down.

"Haha, you do now? I guess some people find them sexy. Keep on doing that though... It feels good." I replied and pressed myself against Harry, kissing him hard.

At some point, we crawled to the backseat and I sat on top of him. I moved my hips against his crotch slowly, teasing the hell out of him. His hands were caressing my butt and my breasts. He pulled the top of my dress down a bit, so that my cleavage was revealed. He kissed my neck, going further down and finally kissing and sucking my boobs. I moaned harder and could feel his member hard against me. Harry was breathing heavily and his eyes were burning with passion. I rode him even faster and pressed myself against him harder, making him moan as well.

"Gracie... I'm seriously going to come if you keep on riding me. Shit... I want you so fucking much. Come on, kiss me babe. Mmhh..." Harry said and I kissed him with my tongue touching his. We were both getting sweaty and I could taste it in the kiss. It only made me even more turned on.

I didn't listen to Harry's warnings about him coming and just kept on moving my hips fiercely and kissing him wildly. Suddenly, Harry raised both of his hands to my arms and tried to slow me down. I decided not to give up but to make him come, I wanted him to come for me. Because of me. He was looking at me, trying to fight the fact that he kind of wanted not to come to his pants and then on the other hand, he just wanted to come so bad. And not soon after, he did. He left out a loud moan and breathed heavily, resting his head to the car seat.

"Babe... That was amazing, you know what to do with those hips. And you are so beautiful. Especially right now." Harry said calmly. I kissed his forehead before getting off of him.

"You are amazing... Babe. And I probably look like a mess." I figured I had to look all crazy after making out with him for almost two hours.

"You look so sexy, trust me." Harry smiled and made me smile too. He was just too perfect and sweet.

"You make me feel like that... Sexy. I have so much fun with you and... Wait, I got a text." I stopped speaking and got the phone from my bag that was in the front seat.

Harry wrapped his arm over my shoulders and pulled me back to him as I read the text. My heart jumped as it became clear that it was from Naomi. All of the horrible thoughts about me and Harry being together came rushing back to my mind. I felt remorseful right after I saw her name on the phone screen. I read the text where Naomi explained she was having a great time at the cabin. She had also attached a picture of her and that guy Max, she told me about before. It was a cute photo, their faces pressed together and both of them were smiling widely. 'Do you approve?' She asked about the guy.

"Want to tell me who was it?" Harry asked innocently but obviously he was curious.

"Naomi. Great timing, right?" I said and sounded a bit down.

"Oh... Well, how is she?" Harry continued and tried to sound relaxed but failed.

"Good, really good. She's at this cabin with some friends. And she sent me a picture of this guy, he's Max." I said and showed the picture to Harry, who nodded. "She asked me if I approve of him."

"Well, he ain't me. But he's alright." Harry laughed a bit but I didn't like his joke.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked seriously. I just didn't find it amusing one bit. It only reminded me that he had dated her.

"Oh c'mon, it was a joke! Please don't tell me you got offended by it?" Harry looked surprised and removed his arm from my shoulder.

"I did. I just... I hate this whole situation. When I'm alone, all I think about is that I'm betraying my best friend. And when I'm with you, I forget about it completely. Then, I feel even worse later on. And I hate how easy it is for me to be with you, it's like I have no feelings towards her. And that's not me. I should be there for her." I ranted on for a while and Harry listened quietly.

"Okay, I'm sorry I said that. But it was truly a joke, nothing more. I have a hard time even remembering I dated her, it was such a short thing. But I promise to think about this from your perspective. Maybe you two should talk?"

"I can't. I just can't. Not for a while at least." I shook my head and looked down to my lap. "What do you... Want from me? What are we doing? Is this going somewhere?" I suddenly wanted to know and couldn't wait to decide on some solution to this whole fiasco.

"Gracie... You sound so worried. You are making this way bigger than it actually is." Harry said but his response didn't warm me one bit.

"Right. Can you take me home?" I said coldly. Maybe he wasn't being serious with me after all. I had been so stupid for believing he could actually date someone and feel more than physical attraction towards me.

"But..." Harry started to protest.

"Whatever. Let's go." I said, got out of the car and went to sit on the front seat. Harry followed my suit, started the engine and drove me home. He didn't try to say anything more to me. I was boiling inside with anger.

Harry stopped the car in front of our house. I got out and slammed the door shut a little too harder I had intended. But it made me feel better, to show him my frustration. Why was it so hard for him to understand how difficult this was to me? And how horrible it was to feel the way I did, like I was a criminal. I walked fast to our front door and started to look for the keys in my bag.

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