Make Me Smile

Chapter 13

Signs of Love

The rest of the dance was wonderful. We were in our own little world, me with my head resting on his chest, and him wrapping his arms around me. After it was over, he walked me back to my house. It was dark inside, only the moonlight illuminating the room. I moved to turn on the lights, but he stopped me. I trembled with anticipation as he locked the door behind us, then pulled me in close.

He gently brushed my hair out of my face, then leaned in for a kiss. His hands felt soft as he caressed my shoulders. I sighed a little as he broke away from my mouth to kiss down my neck. He eased me over to the bed, gently pushing me down by my shoulders to lie down. I stretched out, and he positioned himself above me. He unbuttoned each button of my blouse slowly, with care, then kissed the skin that he had uncovered. I loved how slowly he was taking this. I was being driven mad with anticipation, but I loved every second of it.

He ran his fingers lightly over my body, tracing circles on my stomach. I shivered with delight, and then he brought his hands to my hip and slowly unzipped the zipper there. He eased my skirt off, pausing to kiss the tops of my thighs for a moment, then he pulled away to undress himself. I watched, fascinated, as he removed everything but his boxers, then brought himself back to me. He once again covered my body with soft, gentle kisses, then he brought his fingers to the outside of my panties. I shuddered with pleasure as he carefully moved his fingers in a small circle, and I could feel myself getting wet. The whole time he did this, his eyes were fixed on my face, watching my reaction to everything that he did. He just smiled lazily as I moaned and squirmed against his hand.

He brought his hands to the sides of my hips, slowly peeling off my panties. Then his fingers returned to the same spot, this time touching the bare, wet flesh there. He groaned with pleasure, slipping one finger inside of me carefully. I whimpered as he drew it in and out, whispering incoherently to myself. After he had teased me sufficiently, he eased off his boxers and brought himself into position. I could feel the tip of his hardness pressing at me, and I trembled with pleasure at the sensation. He paused a moment, bringing his hand to my face and stroking the side of it gently. He looked into my eyes and whispered, “I love you, Chelsea.”

I thought my heart was going to burst, I was so happy. I gasped for a moment, then whispered back, “I love you too, Vaughn.” With that, he closed his eyes and lowered his head, groaning as he pressed himself inside of me. I cried out in delight as he moved against me. He made deep groaning and grunting noises, which were so incredibly sexy, I thought the sound of those alone would drive me over the edge. I could tell that I was giving him an immense amount of pleasure, and that made me indescribably happy.

I could feel something beginning to stir inside of me, so I tilted my hips up at him and arched my back to get the most pleasure that I could. I tightened my muscles and concentrated intently on his movements against me, and I began to moan as I felt myself reaching the peak. Vaughn reacted to that by increasing the pace of his thrusts, and he crossed the threshold at the same time as me, releasing a satisfied groan at the double sensation. He caught his breath above me, then leaned down and kissed me tenderly. He rolled off of me carefully, and laid next to me. I snuggled up to his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne, and happily drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I was disappointed to find that he was gone. I rolled over, sighing, and spotted a piece of paper on the bed next to me. It read:

Chelsea,

I’m sorry I had to leave, but I have to get back to work. I’ll see you on Wednesday.

I love you.

-Vaughn

I closed my eyes, holding the piece of paper to my chest contentedly. So I didn’t just imagine that he said it. He does love me. My heart leapt with happiness, and I lolled around in bed for a while longer, thinking about Vaughn, until I finally made myself get up and take care of my farm.

I wished the day away, until night finally came and I was able to go to bed. When I woke up, I jumped out of bed, and scurried to complete all the tasks on the farm. I was frantically dumping pet food in the horse’s trough when I was startled by someone clearing their throat and nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked at the door, clutching at my chest, and Vaughn chuckled at my reaction. “What, aren’t you happy to see me?” he said tonelessly. I nodded, embarrassed, and ran over to hug him.

We spent two wonderful days together. I kissed him goodbye sadly on Thursday night.

That Sunday was Spring Thanksgiving. The tradition was that guys were supposed to give cookies to girls that had given them chocolate in winter. Well, I hadn’t seen Vaughn on Winter Thanksgiving, so I hadn’t given him chocolate. Besides, he wouldn’t be here today anyway. Maybe he might bring me chocolates on Wednesday instead…my mind trailed off as I tugged at a stubborn weed.

That evening, I was sitting on Natalie’s bed, chit chatting with her. Taro came in holding a box. My heart leapt, and I wished with all my might that it was for me. Sure enough, it was, just off the boat. Nat encouraged me to open it right there, so I tore at the paper. Sure enough, inside was a small box of cookies. I squealed happily. Nat sniffed. “My cookies look way better than that.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, Pierre is a gourmet.” She had already shared the ridiculously large platter of cookies he had presented her with. There must have been a hundred different cookies, all shapes, sizes and flavors. We were both a little full on cookies right now, so I knew I’d have to save these for later. I noticed that there was no note attached, so I lifted the box of cookies out to look underneath. My curiosity was piqued when I saw pink tissue paper underneath. I carefully lifted it up, and then dropped it back down before Natalie could see.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “What’s in there?” she asked suspiciously.

“N-nothing…well, I’ll see you later,” I said, quite unconvincingly.

Natalie groaned. “Oh, geez, Chelsea, you are the WORST liar.” She snatched the whole package away from me before I could stop her.

“Hey!” I cried out, desperately grabbing at her to reclaim it. She dodged me skillfully, turning her back to me as she worked the box of cookies out again to see what was underneath. She tossed the pink tissue paper aside, then wolf whistled and howled with laughter, setting the package on the bed. I snatched it back from her.

I blushed furiously as I looked down into the box. Lying there, neatly folded up, was a very delicate pair of pink silk panties, trimmed with black lace. A matching bra lay beneath that. I plucked at the small scrap of paper tucked there, and unfolded it. “I want to see you in this on Wednesday.” I blushed again, then gathered up all my stuff, scowling at Natalie. She was still cracking up. “Oh shut up,” I snapped at her. “You’re just jealous because your boyfriend is too little to go into a lingerie store.” I stomped out, and I heard her yelling after me.

“YOU shut up!” I heard grumbling start up, and she slammed the door behind me. I giggled a little to myself, knowing that we would be fine again tomorrow.

I couldn’t wait for Wednesday to come. I got up at the crack of dawn, feeding my animals quickly, and then I jumped in the shower. I pulled my hair up in a loose ponytail, and nervously slipped into the presents that Vaughn got for me. They fit perfectly. He must really be paying attention to my body. I giggled as I imagined him using his hands to show a saleslady the size of my breasts. I slipped a dress on over the new garments, and hurried down to the beach to meet his boat.

The sun was just coming up over the water as I reached the shore. The boat was approaching in the distance, and I rocked nervously on my heels as I waited for it to dock. Vaughn stepped out and locked eyes with me. I smiled, jittery, and he just stalked over with no expression on his face. I got scared for a moment. What was wrong? Did I do something? He grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me away from the beach. I stumbled a little to keep up with his long strides as he made his way towards my farm. He still didn’t speak, and I was at a loss for words as to what to say to him anyway, so I just kept quiet as I hurried along behind him.

We reached my farmhouse, and he yanked the front door open, pushing me inside, and then locked the door behind us. I was really worried now, so I opened my mouth to speak. Before I could get anything out, he turned at me and growled, “Oh God, Chelsea, I want to fuck you so bad!” I was too stunned to respond, but I could feel my whole body rushing with desire as he dragged me onto the bed, pulling my dress over my head with one smooth movement. He groaned happily, seeing the lingerie there. “Mmm…it’s even better than I’ve been imagining,” he grunted as he tore off all of his own clothes. He continued talking through hot, desperate kisses. “I’ve been thinking about you wearing that ever since I got it. I’m about to explode, I want you so bad.” I just moaned and writhed happily under him.

He rubbed his fingers against the silky outside of the panties, groaning with delight at the moisture I’m sure he could feel seeping through them. He peeled them off quickly, then moved back on top of me and thrust into me. I cried out joyfully at the feeling. His thrusts were rapid and powerful, and I wrapped my thighs around his waist, holding on for dear life as he bucked me around. The incredible friction brought me to climax without me even having to try, and the force of my release brought him over the edge as well. He groaned loudly, spilling out deep inside of me. We both shuddered in ecstasy, enjoying the aftershock together.