I Don't Want to be Bad Oppa
A Fangirl's Dream*Key’s POV*
I smiled deviously as I pulled Brianna onto my lap, never breaking our kiss. The only sounds that could be heard in the private jacuzzi room were of the water splashing from our moments and our heavy breathing; an occasion groan mixed in every now and then.
Brianna’s hands were pressed around my neck, playing with the dampened baby hair at the back of my head. I cupped her face in my hands as we kissed passionately. We’d been going like this for at least five minutes now, and it was driving me crazy. I slowly slipped my hands toward her back, searching for the thin strings that held the top of her halter bikini in place.
I felt her hand remove itself from my neck as she took hold of my own hand, stopping me from exposing her top half. She placed my hands back between us where she could keep an eye on them. This drove me to the edge.
“Brianna,” I whimpered, biting at her ear. “Please?”
“Not tonight, okay?” she panted, rubbing her cheek against mine.
“When?” I whined.
She didn’t answer. Instead she smacked her lips back against mine again, kissing passionately.
“When!”
It was more of a demand this time. I pulled away from her and took her hands in mine so she couldn’t distract me anymore. She looked down into the hot, steamy water.
“I… I don’t know,” she finally answered.
“Ever?” I asked, placing a hand under her chin and gently lifting her face to look at mine.
“Yes, definitely someday, but…”
She pulled away from me, sitting back down on the jacuzzi bench beside me.
“Brianna, what’s wrong? Is it me?”
“No, it’s not you at all. You’re perfect. It’s… me.”
I looked at her in puzzlement.
“Baby, what is it? Are you scared?” I prodded.
She turned away, but I noticed a tear slip down her cheek as she did so.
“Oh come here,” I said, taking her in my arms and resting her in my lap.
She clung to my shoulder with one arm and began to cry into my chest.
“I-I-I just don’t want to disappoint you Oppa,” she managed through her tears. “I love you so much, and I know you’re looking forward to this. If I mess up or do something wrong or… what if you don’t want me anymore? I’ll probably never be as good as you want me to be. I-I’ll probably be a deadbeat.”
“Oh yebo…” I hugged her tight, rocking her back and forth steadily. “I would never desert you just because you’re new at this. The first time is always the hardest… and scariest. But I can guarantee you that –judging by our makeout sessions- you are NO deadbeat.”
“Chincha Oppa?” she sniffled, looking up at me with those adorable eyes of hers.
“Really,” I smiled at her.
“I’m… still scared though.” She hugged me again
“That’s perfectly normal. And, hey, if you don’t want to go all the way tonight, then I understand. I’ll wait for you.”
I kissed the top of her head before resting my cheek against it.
I didn’t want to ruin things this time. I didn’t want Brianna to be just another girl. Just another Annie…
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