Texts, No Texts, Girls And Soft Presents

               I was out to one of the things I dreaded the most. It was one of those lunches where our entire family was invited...where I sat and made nice, while I tried to avoid their daughter who wanted to get in my pants.

                I was pretty sure this one did. Her name was Katey, as she'd introduced the minute she shook my hand.

               She threw gestures at me all through lunch and smiled too widely when she leaned into me and showed more of her cleavage. She was obviously around my age, so why was her chest that big? They shouldn't have been, right? I wasn't sure anyway, I just wasn't interested.

               Quickly checking my phone under the table, I read a text from Kayden. It said he was a little busy and he'd text me later. I must have been smiling, because Katey inched closer to me and looked down too.

               "What are you so happy about? Show me?" She said with a hopeful smile across her face.

               I quickly put my phone away and forced a smile as I looked at her. "It's nothing," I said.

               "Come on," she insisted.

               Why was she being so nosy? It was actually starting to get annoying. I managed to get through lunch avoiding every single one of her innuendos.

               At one point, both our parents became so engaged in their conversation they started talking in that way that they wouldn't even know if we were there or not...grown ups did that a lot. And that was the moment that Katey grabbed my hand.

               I was a little bit confused as I looked at her. My lips were slightly parted in confusion and question while hers were just pulled into a smirk I didn't want anything to do with.

               "Come on," she said and got up, her dress billowing around her thighs with her rash movements.

               Before I knew it, I was up on my feet and following her into their house. The lunch was outside, on a patio facing a fountain. We made our way inside as a guard pretended not to even acknowledge our presence.

               Katey locked her door and proceeded to drop on her bed. Her room was very spacious and very white and very pink. She sat at the edge of her bed and leaned back on her arms and smiled at me.

              I was pretty much convinced the distance between the two of us was fine. I pressed my hands against the cool wood of the door behind me. She looked at me expectantly and I looked back at her. What did she want?

               My cluelessness was almost embarrassing until she patted the spot on her pretty bed next to her. Her curtains were drawn to reveal big windows that overlooked a garden below. Very charming...very her.

               Reluctantly, I tried not to drag my feet to her.

               "We can do it you know," she said to me and twirled her auburn locks between her fingers. I'll admit it, she was really pretty. But she couldn't be serious.

               "Do what?" I asked, looking anywhere but directly at her. She giggled and for the shortest moment, I thought she was actually going to call me silly.

               Katey then closed her tiny hand around my wrist and pulled it up to rest against her chest. Yes, directly on her fairly large breasts.

               It took me at least five seconds to apprehend what was going on. I was bad at this, and that went without saying. I drew up attention at school because of the way I looked. If the girls I'd kissed were telling the truth, then apparently, I was hot. And that always led me to situations like this.

               I didn't pry my hand off Katey's chest because she wasn't just playing around. She held my hand tightly. And mostly out of curiosity, I squeezed.

               Yes, I'd kissed a few girls, but that's all they'd ever been; kisses. Never anything more than that. The first reason is that it had never crossed my mind to go further than what it already was. And even if I did think of it, I didn't think it would be respectful to touch anything I hadn't been permitted to. 

                That seemed to encourage her further. She pushed the sleeve of her dress further down her shoulder, she did the same to the other and left her breasts exposed to me.

               "Do you want to know how they taste?" She asked and caught me off guard with her blatantness. How could anyone do this without feeling shy?

               Katey had huge breasts that bounced a little when she released them from the confines of her dress. They were softer when I squeezed them directly in my hand instead of through the dress.

               I closed my mouth around a hard pink nipple. If it was possible, the bud got harder. I squeezed the other one between my fingers before shifting to it. Katey leaned further back and sighed.

               Before our engagement could become properly heated, a knock at the door stopped us both, causing us to go still at first, then away from each other. Katey put her clothes back in place as she answered. "Coming!"

               I don't know how she did it so naturally. I needed like a minute to compose myself. I got up from the edge of the bed and walked over to the window, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand for no particular reason. What the actual fuck had just happened?

               Katey took a glance at me and nodded before unlocking and pulling the door open. "Mom!" She said in a cheery and accusatory voice, like that same voice hadn't been the least bit sleazy just a short moment ago. "You're interrupting us trying to get along," she said innocently.

                "I'll get out of your hair," her mother said, then turned her head to search me out. "Your father says you have to leave in five minutes honey," she smiled then disappeared out the door.

               Katey didn't lock it this time after she left. My eyes seemed to remain glued to hers as she walked towards me. "You are so hot," she said with another smirk, the innocent look completely untraceable on her face. "I think we'll continue getting along, the next time we see each other."

•••

               I fished my phone out of my pocket when we were on the ride back home. All other thoughts were already out of my head apart from trying to check on a particular text.

              My dad spoke before I could check anything. "Katey...nice girl. Seemed to like you son."

               You have no idea.

               "She's alright," I replied, not really knowing what he wanted me to say.

                My dad nodded. "We can invite them for dinner sometime this week if you wa—"

               "No," I said quickly enough to rouse suspicion, then tried to redeem myself. "I mean...this week would be too soon. They'll tire of seeing us...don't you think?"

               "Alright," said my dad. "I like her, seemed like a decent girl."

                  "Yeah, dad," I replied. "Really decent."

                   Andre's eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror and something like suspicion narrowed his eyes. I looked away first and avoided looking back up the entire time, for the rest of the ride. I didn't need his eyes pinning me to the spot when I couldn't properly understand what was going on.

                 I finally got back to checking on my phone and my excitement died down when I saw that there still wasn't a text from him. He said he'd text me later, what was I so anxious for? I was acting impatient.

                 I sighed and leaned back in my seat. My mind drifted back to everything that happened in the past hour. Had I just been curious? Was that it?

               My thoughts came to a grinding halt when I finally realised what had been bugging me about it the entire time, what I've been trying to push at the back of my mind.

                 I was sure that that wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was fairly positive it hadn't been unpleasant...definitely not. But there should have been at least the smallest sliver of arousal, and yet there was no such thing.

               Maybe I could ask Andre to privately book me an appointment with the family doctor. No, he'd fret too much. Maybe Killian, yeah that could work.

               Because even with all the other girls I'd kissed, there'd been none of that. Not even Maisie...we'd made out so hard we almost broke the furniture at school. If we hadn't been interrupted, her hand might have reached down and found a very soft 'present' waiting for her.

               So maybe the doctor would have some answers, maybe my body had some...some testosterone level problems. Yeah.

               I checked my phone again. Still no text from Kayden.