Falling in love with Kyle – Chapter 6

Alright, here’s the next part. Yay for it not taking a thousand years! I’m pretty proud of this chapter, especially considering the brain fart state of mind I’ve been hanging out in…

Thank you, everyone who gave me some ideas. I’m still deciding on how I am going to continue this story. I most likely will, but there will probably only be a chapter or two more.

But, you will all be happy to know that I am starting another story as soon as this one is over. I’m really excited to post it; I really think you guys will like it.

I have been getting like a bazillion of the same questions from PM’s, so I’m going to address a few here.

1. Why are all my stories so cheesy and corny?
I don’t even mean to make my stories cheesy. I just sorta write what I know, and my boyfriend and I are really like that, so it’s just how I’m used to expressing romance, I guess. If you don’t like it, I don’t care… Cause I do.

2. Is this story really fiction?
This story is not 100% fiction. Some of the specific sex parts are inspired by actual specific times that my boyfriend and I have been together. The plot, and the way my characters met, and all the stuff about Travis is all made up. But a very delightful shower scene (wink-wink) is an actual true story of one amazing afternoon with my boyfriend and I.

I think that’s all of the questions. So I hope you enjoy Chapter 6! 😀




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I awoke the next morning to find that Kyle was no longer next to me with his arms around me. I sat up and glanced at my alarm clock and saw the time. 10:30 am.

I slowly sat up; my head spinning as the events of the previous night came rushing back to me. Smiling to myself at the memories of Kyle and I’s amazing night, I got out of bed and made my way into the kitchen.

There, I found on the refrigerator from Kyle.

Be right back. Went to get breakfast. Don’t eat. K

My stomach growled in opposition as I left the kitchen. I glanced around my room, and seeing the huge mess Kyle and I had left, decided I should clean it up. I made my bed and picked up the discarded clothes that were strewn over nearly every inch of floor between the kitchen and my bed.

After a while, my room was spotless, and Kyle still hadn’t returned. I sat on my bed, deliberating over what to do. I sat out two plates and glasses on the table for when he brought food back. I did the dishes and cleaned, and recleaned the kitchen.

Finally out of things to do, I happened to glance at myself in the mirror.

Shower, now. I told myself. My hair was in disarray, and the little makeup that I wore the night before was still on my eyes. I ran my fingers over my neck slowly over a small red spot; a hickey that I spotted that Kyle left on my neck.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower quickly, now afraid that Kyle would come back and see me. Waiting for the water to warm up, I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then stepped into the warm water.

I stood under the shower head for a long time, replaying the events of the previous night. I thought about how Kyle had pleasured me more than I ever imagined he could have. I thought about the beautiful, sensuous way that we made love; how are thrusts and moans were in sync with each other’s. How he kissed me and looked into my eyes as we both came harder than either of us ever have before.

It wasn’t long for these thoughts to cause in between my legs to dampen, and not because of the shower.

After washing my hair, I massaged my vanilla body wash into my skin, moving down my arms and shoulders, and then chest and stomach.